Monthly Archives: November 2008

How This Could Have Happened

How This Could Have Happened

1995: I’d wanted ballet lessons for as long as I could remember. In 1995, at the age of twelve, I got them. It was my stepmom …

 

What Do You Want? When Do You Want It?

What Do You Want? When Do You Want It?

I’ve been trying to figure out why I go to protests. Do I think they’re going to change anything? Unseat a president? Stop a war? …

 

Like a Kettle to Keep You

Like a Kettle to Keep You

When it’s not raining . . . read Young? From Issue 5 of A Public Space — “I Don’t Burn” by Kevin Young: Dear Darkness — …

 

A First Time

A First Time

I’ve told this story before, but figured it warranted retelling, especially considering The Fray‘s current call for submissions. Sex n’ death! Yeaaah! * * * I was …

 

We Were Rooting For You

We Were Rooting For You

We sat on chairs, couches, pillows, floors, we stood in lines against the stair railing — we watched CNN, NBC, and even Fox to see …