It’s been full steam ahead this week. I can’t believe this is the end of Week 4.
Yesterday, I had a chat with my English Life Writing Tutor. 411 more words
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I had begun to feel irregularly white. Klan folks had a word for it: race traitor. Driving in and out of counties with heavy Klan activity, I kept my eyes on the rear-view mirror, and any time a truck with a Confederate flag license plate passed me, the hair on the back of my neck would rise…I found myself hating white people, including myself.
John Henry Newman has been in my Twitter feed a lot lately. Apparently, when this Victorian cardinal wasn’t writing his Apologia Pro Vita Sua, the nineteenth century’s longest and driest autobiography (sorry, Newman), he wrote religious commentary that some people still find instructive. 850 more words
Arnie Perlstein, Diana Birchall and me
Dear friends and readers,
I’ve taken care of writing how our cats fared this time; and Yvette has so aptly and suggestively described what Montreal was like if you tried to explore it from the Le Sheraton Centre Hotel on foot and by metro… 1,929 more words