So I’ve been having trouble explaining to my parents why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’m not a complete idiot. I do understand that, from their point of view, the point of view of African Americans who were the first in their respective families to achieve a higher education, my obsession with grubbing in the dirt …
Swan Dive
There was so much action in the garden in the month of May–action that, between finals, graduation, and everything else that was going in my life, just did not get documented in this space. And now that I’m writing again, am I writing about gardening? Heck, no. You see, yesterday I watched a movie, a …
Not My So-Called Life, My New Authentic Life
It’s become clear to me over the last few days that, suddenly, without warning, and for no apparent reason, I’ve turned a corner. Last year I was totin’ that barge and liftin’ that bale in a job that could only be described as the most ghastly of intellectual sweatshops. This year… Well, there’s only one …
