Blessings from an illiterate POC peasant I sho’ love me some white people! Every time I see Black Lives Matter pressed on a t-shirt, I am filled with warmth. Sometimes when I’m sad, which has everything to do with my skin and nothing with life otherwise, I forget who I…

America has gone postal. What Minneapolis-St. Paul experienced is being beat-for-beat replicated in every major American city. In Chicago, people I know and cherish live in fear walking down the street, walking to work, trying to put their children to sleep. Bricks mysteriously appearing in the epicenters of riots. More…

In the ongoing ideological war of left and right, no one cares about those caught in the crossfire. George Floyd, an African-American, was choked to death by a white police officer, spurring justified protests against police brutality. But now the small businesses of neighborhoods, largely owned by and employing mostly…

On struggling to make sense of a loved one’s death — “What is to give light must endure burning.” —Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning Five stages of grief that flow from source to ocean or lake: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I pondered which stage I was in. I wondered if it was either a circle of grief or…

Kobe was a villain to Bulls’ fans yet transcended the game Kobe Bryant died today. Kobe Bryant was not just any celebrity. He was one of the greatest basketball players of all time. Kobe wasn’t old. He was 41. Kobe wasn’t drinking himself into a stupor. He took care of…