Personal stories mostly went by the wayside for me in 2015, when my now ex-husband and I split up. They didn’t go away, but one thing I pledged was to at least seriously limit pieces about my family—unless highly relevant to a particular piece—because my children’s stories were no longer mine to share publicly. Which …
When I wrote about racism back in the days of my Bangor Daily News column, the comments always included someone telling me I shouldn’t “hate myself” because I’m white. I always thought the readers were missing the point—I had worked through “white guilt” back in the ‘80s and ‘90s. I knew all the facts about …
Even though I’m a 51-year-old adult, my experience of friendship feels new. Or, rather, it changes and grows as I change and grow. Because I don’t feel like I’m very skilled at friendship, I must admit that writing about it—and adding the dimensions of race and class into the topic—feels presumptuous at best. However, I’ve …