I know how strangers react to a black woman walking a pit bull in a nice neighborhood.
(nonfiction)
Reviewer Mike Puican writes, “‘neckbone’ is a wild, go-anywhere ride that welcomes all readers, black and non-black, to climb in, buckle up, and hang on tight.”
(review)
“As long as I come see the mountains, I’m okay,” was the idea their poetry expressed.
(nonfiction)
Perhaps my biggest secret is that I have a doppelgänger.
(nonfiction)
Laboratory testing for viral diseases would not be available for another fifty years.
(nonfiction)
It’s become a delicate balance, this being open to joy while not in denial of the harsh reality of the magnitude of fear and suffering and death.
(nonfiction)
Why are they sitting next to one another enjoying warm, frothy cups of cappuccino?
(nonfiction)
Did I know them? No.
(nonfiction)
