Death – Page 2 – Balancing on Unstable Surfaces

The February Thing: A Family Birthday and History

There was a moment when my mother, pregnant with me, hears of the 1958 world’s fair human zoo of an African village populated with Congolese.

I’m 66 and obituaries typically annoy me. First there is a photo which usually bears little resemblance to the deceased. Then, the person is reduced

“We’re all imprisoned in the castle of our skins,” starts Nikki Giovanni’s “Poem for Nina.” My mom met Nina Simone, whom the poem is dedicated

Frozen, that’s the only way I can describe it. I freeze. When I am shocked, confused or stunned, I freeze. This last episode will go

In my world, a tutu and combat boots coexist. The Rolling Stones, Gimme Shelter on a cello, of course. This week, like millions of people,

I can’t predict the future or read minds. I’d venture to say, neither can you. Sure, we can all get a “feeling,” but, that’s about

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