Memoir

Grandma is a seven-letter word
Where I learned Black lives matter
Something in my head
Playing with fire
A call of the wild ends too soon


Playing with fire

By the age of three I had mastered such standard life skills as how to stack things, how to operate a toilet, and how to start a fire. Indeed, I nearly burned our house down. You’d think that such a traumatic experience at that age would make some impression on my developing brain, such that … Continue reading Playing with fire

Something in my head

One weekend nearly three years ago, something weird started going on inside my head. The chief symptom of my ailment was vertigo, which came and went spontaneously, in episodes typically lasting well under a minute. Some of these dizzy spells were barely noticeable. Some were accompanied by sudden deafness in my left ear, ringing on … Continue reading Something in my head