In the past, part of my problem with the notion of white privilege has been that mostly white people have wanted to talk to me about it. And, more often than not, any skepticism or even mild questioning of it has been met with finger-wagging, shrieking, or other excessive reaction. I’ve discovered that for the … Read more
Pico de gallo sauce has been one of my favorites for most of my life. It’s intensely flavorful. You can make it hot if you want to. And best of all, if you take it easy with the salt and chips, it’s tough to beat for an extremely nutritious snack. (And taking it easy with … Read more
If I examine my childhood for the most consequential year, it’s probably either 1981 or 1982 (the year I learned my parents were divorcing and the year they actually did, respectively). But 1986 is a decent candidate too. That year began in Anniston/Oxford and ended in Madison. At the beginning of it, I was playing … Read more