Snow Day

Blurred by ice-then-snow-now, grass and tree and house and bay are rendered in the softest greys. Meteoric, a crow as black as space lands on a tailwind. Then another; black feathers plump and shudder off the snow. They strut like they own the place. Which today, they do. Neighbors' grand homestead, built out over decades…

My Father the Racist

My father was smart, brave, determined. He was loyal and patriotic, hard-working, and he adored my mother. He devoted all his efforts to creating a great life for his family. All these things are true about my dad. And so is this: My father was an unremitting racist. To be fair, so was just about…

Blogging for Mental Health

I believe in choosing to confront mental illness and be proactive for mental health. So that's why I am Blogging for Mental Health in 2014. Every one of my posts is already an attempt to focus on the pathways in life that encourage my mental health, my strong and living spirit, my love of life. I'm just making it clear that there is a deliberate purpose to my blogging.

One Pebble, Then An Avalanche

The day after was perfect day: palmettos rustling in the light breeze, ducks chattering on the ‘lake’, rippling patterns on the stucko wall. He would have gone down to feed them.  My brother stumbles into the kitchen, rumpled, stubbly, and rubbing his eyes. “Coffee?” “Uh-huh.” He grunts. I never see him like this. We sip…

Brown and White World

Dear Nena: I remember the first, and only, time I came to your house. It was wintertime, and the cold Detroit wind made me grateful that mom had buttoned up my coat. It was rough and wooly, but the collar was velvet. The steps were high; I must have been about 6. Late that afternoon…