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Race

It is time to post this. I’ve spent too long on the draft, I’ve forgotten the perfect title I came up with for it, and the fire’s dying. In 1966 and 1967, Apaches at Cibecue portrayed “the Whiteman” as hippie — mumbling, awkwardly effeminate, and… “rich but pretending poor.” In 1970, VISTA volunteers descended on […]

Chapter Nine: In Which I Think Only Of My Harper’s Application

I am linking to this blog only because of the picture in the margin. I would include this picture in my application to intern at Harper’s if I thought they would understand just how eerie the juxtaposition of Anime-style art and a Confederate flag is. It’s their kind of weird, I think, but still I […]

Lists: Miss Angeles Calls Roll

Lucky me — I got to compare the list of after-school kids with the list of school kids at work today. The woman who handed me this task looked at me apologetically. It’s hard to convince people that I don’t mind brainless routines which involve lists — same reason I’ve enjoyed doing menus for Nat. […]

And Down The Stretch they Come

Cleaning the house. Cleaning cleaning cleaning. Mixing Pine Sol and Windex and Drano and Kleen-King bleach-laden scouring agent without regard for my safety. There isn’t a drain in this house which isn’t clogged. Nothing like getting down there with a rag to remind me what a wreck this house is. Either the upstairs bathtub or […]

Day: Minutes

“Are you still our teacher?” they kept asking me, sizing up how much it would take to drive me away. They know they can do it. I’ll be in California in two weeks. Suddenly I felt very very out of place.

The White Girl Imagines For A Moment That She Can See The Future And It Is Just As Jimmy Santiago Baca Has Said

There is a shift in the atmosphere in the cafeteria, a low-pressure zone where the director usually stands– the electricity before a storm which makes animals run around like they’re touched in the head.

The Leadership People/ Halloween and the Great Uninterested

There is an industry out there which is training people to run workshops like this. A folder full of xeroxed truisms and a few hours spent falling into each others’ arms to demonstrate trust is its prescription for everything from strained labor relations to troubled youth.

Jonathan Saves The Day

Jonathan always wears a sweater vest over his uniform shirt. His hair, when I rumple it, is sticky to the touch. He has decided my name is “Ms. Android”– he didn’t misunderstand; he’s joking.

from a letter to Chase

Subject: I laughed until tears came to my eyes (which wasn’t too much of a stretch, seeing as it’s one of those perma-tear days at my house… I screamed myself hoarse at my afterschool class of third-graders today, and then actually burst into tears in front of them. you know there’s no going back when […]