The freedom I feel while waiting for the bus. I smile and take note. It reminds me of the color mustard and how I wore it for more than a year, strapped to my back, waiting and smoking and leaving and, saying hello again and again.
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I first wrote this when I was in Ghana in 2014. It seems even more timely to share it now. I hope someday (soon) I can write a different poem. How to…
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This is something I don’t really like to talk about. I don’t like to talk about it because I am reaching and hoping and grieving for the loss of a reality that…
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Today is Thanksgiving. Another one. Another year and season and time to reflect and be grateful. To be honest, I find myself a little bit antsy, reaching for the stillness as left-over…
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I’ve said goodbye to the Midwest and given in to the hospitable South, chasing grey skies and rainy days, welcoming the arrival of Spring. After a week in Chicago I…
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Last weekend my best friend came up from Memphis to spend her birthday with me in Kansas City. For the last decade we have taken turns visiting each other’s city…