How many Arabs did you kill, Daddy asked. Continue reading Difficult family Conversations | #Writing on Blog#42
Tag Archives: non-fiction
#Chasing53: Still shaking it up and getting into trouble… | Introspection on Blog#42
My 52nd year began on a bleak note Continue reading #Chasing53: Still shaking it up and getting into trouble… | Introspection on Blog#42
Calling N.Y. @Observer’s main number reminded me I was once Ernestine | Blog#42
Perusing through the New York Observer’s “contact us” page, looking for an editorial contact and finding none, Continue reading Calling N.Y. @Observer’s main number reminded me I was once Ernestine | Blog#42
Look at me | #Writing about #race on Blog#42
Look at me.
I mean, get really close and look.
I don’t fit into your book?
But you see
I have no book
In spite of the way I look
I am neither white, nor brown, or Black
Too brown
Not brown enough
To whites, not white enough
White to everyone else
But other to all
I am all and I am nothing
An Ay-Rab to one uncle
To another, too much of a Jew
My grievances?
Criticized, minimized
My thoughts?
Reduced as invalid
Derided as of the privileged
My affection?
Pushed away
My pain
What pain?
Look at me!
Really look at me.
See me?
Walk away | Short stories and poems on Blog#42
When after six harrowing months a lifeline is given to you Continue reading Walk away | Short stories and poems on Blog#42
Nothing left | Blog#42
Lost the job
Lost the id Continue reading Nothing left | Blog#42
Hybrid seed | Blog#42
There I lay, a seed Continue reading Hybrid seed | Blog#42
The Bishop and the bad seed | Short Story | Blog#42
The last of the snow had finally melted overnight. Mud season was in full swing in Eden. She stepped outside into the brilliant sun. The tree-lined dirt road that had been completely frozen just a few weeks ago was now three miles of slippery mush from the turn-off at the highway. Continue reading The Bishop and the bad seed | Short Story | Blog#42
Errand girl | Short Story | Writing
She peered at the smile beaming back at her from the mirror. Her long hair was neatly brushed. Her face was clean. Continue reading Errand girl | Short Story | Writing
The duality of being | Reflections on #race | Writing
Living up to her parents’ promise led to a severe case of perfectionism at a very tender age. Continue reading The duality of being | Reflections on #race | Writing