I love bagels. A lot. They’re my favourite thing. So here’s how I make them.
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 […]