You are the maker of manners (why I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Tuesday)

I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Tuesday. Mine is a vote he cannot have. Not because I will cast my vote for the right, however. I won’t be voting for a simple and defining reason: I cannot vote at all. Honorary American though I may be, and a yellow-dog Democrat to boot, IContinue reading “You are the maker of manners (why I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Tuesday)”

Every word I wrote

“Writing — has self-respect in it. You’re working. You’re trying. You’re not lying down on the ground, having given up. And one thing I love about writing is that we can speak to the absent, the dead, the estranged and the longed-for — all the people we’re separated from. We can see them again, understandContinue reading “Every word I wrote”

We have an idea of goodbyes

I am watching the coffee stain my fingers as you lay dying on the gravel. It is a morning of bright blue promise. The breakfast show host is laughing at his own joke and I smile at the television without hearing the punch line.  Next up a story on how most women do not wearContinue reading “We have an idea of goodbyes”

The art of beginning

This weekend I am celebrating the three month anniversary of my blog. I am celebrating because for the longest time I truly thought my writing would not go beyond a walk to work composition that disintegrated by 9am. I took seriously the well-meaning teacher who once told me I had a talent, but would loseContinue reading “The art of beginning”