My last memory of Jacob was on a bright, February day. The air had a crisp, astringent quality. We had just finished our monthly hike in the woods behind my house and we were having lunch at a local café. My dog, Alice, still panting from the hike, was tethered to his chair. He leaned […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on i will never understand men: hard-wired attraction and the quest for companionshipLast week, around noon on a weekday, a young African-American man knocked on my front door. He was there to talk me into signing up for AT&T high speed internet. As most people know AT&T and Comcast are fiercely competing for subscribers. He said he could save me a lot of money if I switched. […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on knocking on doors while black: my neighborhood, my neighbors, my confusionWhen I first discovered David Hockney a couple of decades ago, his paintings thrilled me. I found the cobalt cerulean hues of his swimming pools irresistible and his particular rendering of the southern California light evoked a longing in me for my childhood. He once called that light extravagant and said it was one of […]
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