Halloween forces me to confront two things about me: I hate mass consumer marketing towards young children and I hate being confronted with the expectation to perform as a Halloween-loving mother to my children.
When I was child-free, I harbored this nebulous concept that I would someday have kids. I was also much more preoccupied with trying not to get pregnant for most of my adult life thus far, so a progression to trying to become pregnant seemed…unnatural.
We prepare mass shootings the way we prepare for natural disasters. We know the next one is coming. It’s just a matter of when.
As an Asian American teacher working in a public school with predominantly black and brown students, I’m placed again in a complicated racial hierarchy that doesn’t like to name itself. I am rather anomalous in Harlem, but as a teacher of the African American Civil Rights Movement, I am freakish. Once I referred to myself as a person of color, only to be greeted with an involuntary snort from one of my students.
My birthday always coincides with Pride Week. I came to realize this in my late teens and early 20’s when I started to venture beyond my neighborhood into the melange … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me It’s About Love; Marriage is About Access.
We’re not planning any barbecues. He’s not planning any golf outings. He’s not planning a day at the social club. The only thing in the lineup this Father’s Day is … Continue reading On This Father’s Day, Don’t Remind My Partner How Hard It Is To Be a Mom
Daily Prompt: “Write page 3 of your autobiography.” We call that ground floor one bedroom apartment the “old house.” It was the first home we had made for ourselves upon … Continue reading The Early Years: Clay Street