Afternoon in Prishtina

Afternoon in Prishtina

While snow piles up in Vermont and New Hampshire, I have to buy a pair of sunglasses to shield my eyes from the bright Prishtina sun because it never occurred to me to pack my own. It is in the mid-fifties and I sweat a bit under the scarf and winter coat that I...
Star Power

Star Power

It’s Only a Game I was taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group. Peggy MacIntosh, White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack, 1988 I entered class that day with a bounce in my gait. My...
The Storyteller

The Storyteller

I always wanted a sister. It wasn’t just that I was a lonely only child. There seemed something magical about having someone that lived in your house, knew all your secrets, and shared your parents. But more than that, I was fascinated by there being a person on this...
Proof

Proof

Susannah reached into the laundry basket and pulled out the navy blue bra – the one she had been wearing for the last three days – and thought of Catherine. Catherine was the brilliant but emotionally fragile protagonist in the play, “Proof” by...
Polite Panic

Polite Panic

It’s fifty degrees and the March sun is shining. I put on my water-resistant cross-country ski gloves, take hold of a shopping cart, and pass through the automatic door. I am at my local Hannaford supermarket. I’ve already procured ample supplies of my favorite...