I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
This is a strictly non-medical way of looking at pain relief.
Prose on memories and what they're worth, if anything.
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
Jews are in pain and I don't know what to do about it.
It's emotionally enhancing to spend hours with enthusiasm and curiosity multiplied by 32.
One semester when I was 9 or 10, I decided I would get all A's.. to please my mother.
Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
