Sometimes all I know to do is to turn up the stereo. When I don’t want to talk or I’m not ready to reason, I retreat to my obsessively organized music collection and turn up the volume.
It happened this week.
Stories so small you can barely even see them in your Facebook news feed. My stories about the kid next door and the alarm system in my neighborhood are usually lost between the video about getting your cherry popped and the kitten that gobbles like a turkey.
Sometimes I think about writing big stories. Stories with titles so catchy, so sweetly seductive that the entire world wide web will circle like hungry vultures.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been trying to make sense of what the popularity of the great white darling, Macklemore, says about the state of race relations in the US. Most notably, his recent Grammy sweep.
What does white privilege and white supremacy have to do with his chart toppers? Is it just that his tracks are catchy, fun and progressive? Or, has he risen to success because he’s easier for white folks to swallow than say, Kendrick Lamar? And what about the queer rappers — where are they? Certainly not in the headlines.
I’ve dedicated 2014 to brushing up on my storytelling skills and learning how to produce radio quality audio stories. Though my work is still amateur, at best, I’m learning a lot. Yes, about my new equipment, but mostly about being human. Which is why I got into all of this in the first place. Over … Continue reading I’m scared — and so are you.
[read below or listen to me read this poem here] Belonging Is a lime squeezed into a stiff drink convincing me to order another; a tent filled with flashlights, sleeping bags and 3rd grade buddies; a subtle front porch wave. — Belonging Is the safe place to land, the certain spot undeniably yours. — Belonging … Continue reading unpacking belonging, a poem
In a 2013 piece, The Stories That Bind Us, New York Times’ columnist, Bruce Feiler, reported that psychologists have discovered the single greatest predictor of resiliency in children is the presence of a strong family narrative.
I think the same is true for neighborhoods. Our neighborhoods thrive or wither, in large part, by the stories we tell about them. So as 2013 draws to a close I’m taking a moment to remember a year in the life of my neighborhood, Barrio Versalles — celebrating the best days and qualities and honoring the worst. I invite you to do the same; take a few moments before the year ends to say thanks for all of it.