Grandma’s Ball of String
I cup my ball of string in my hands—hands that look with each passing year more and more like my grandmother’s, age spots and all—and the theory of everything slowly unfolds.
I cup my ball of string in my hands—hands that look with each passing year more and more like my grandmother’s, age spots and all—and the theory of everything slowly unfolds.
Call for Submissions for Anthology of Family Narratives: Bringing diaries and letters alive for present and future generations (deadline: September 1, 2016)
One of my nephews has recently spent three weeks in Nicaragua as a volunteer for Outreach360. Today he posted the first of three blog posts about his experience. As always, his writing, photos, and perspectives have brightened and enriched my day (and serve as an excellent example of a thoughtful and informative travel blog post): …
I cannot express how happy, inspired, awed, and grateful Hamilton makes me, even/especially on dark days, and will never apologize for the power of stories and art, whether considered classic or pop culture, to turn the world upside down.
Thanks to film distributor Kino Lorber and his Pioneers of African-American Cinema project, we will soon be able to watch more of Oscar Micheaux’s pioneering films, not only on our computers, but even on the big screen.