There are things you can prep for, and things you can sort out, but digital security and accounts for the dead? Not actually easy.
All Americans means all Americans.
In February 1989 I was 11. I’d not yet broken my arm. That would happen a little later in the year. Dad and I lived in the Big House on 12th street, our Cousin Dan in the Little House. Friday night we went to the Cafe, had dinner, I went home and Dad went to […]
I’ve been thinking about this story “The Space Traders”, which was written by Derrick Bell in 1992 and turned into a part of the “Cosmic Slop” anthology on HBO in 1994. The anthology was all about Twilight Zone-esque stories from a Black perspective, and we watched it in school (my super white La Jolla Episcopal […]
It’s not a secret, I love One Day at a Time, so with last night being the mid-season finale (thanks, COVID), I went and shared the filk I made of their opening theme: If you’re over 12 but under 55, a filk is what Weird Al does when he takes a popular song and messes […]
It’s been a year. It doesn’t feel real yet. A few mornings ago I woke up and my first thought was “oh yeah, Dad is dead.” I got a phone call late at night, my belle-meré par remariage called to tell me Dad didn’t make sense. That he wasn’t able to speak, that she took […]