White Privelage

For years my parents have told the following story. In 1958 they were newlyweds,  my father worked for the navy and my mother was pregnant with her first child.  After settling into an apartment they looked for a church, and they picked the one closest to their apartment.  They attended every Sunday and, after their … Continue reading White Privelage


Change I watch the ripples change their size but never leave the stream of warm impermanence and so the days float through my eyes but still the days seem the same. David Bowie August August represents the end of carefree days and overfilled late summer nights, the end of freedom.  As a child, August was … Continue reading Change