[tabby title="Poem"] The question isn’t why your little world is suddenly going to hell. The question is what can you do about the black couple touring the house on your block where the sign just went up day before yesterday....

[tabby title="Poem"] There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out we saw a man float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. He was to boxing what Astaire was to...

Beth was always different marching as she did to an armless drummer. Her sister Kate marched to another drummer, one with arms on certain days but never with a drum that caught the sticks Kate kept in the air flailing....

[tabby title="Poem"] River rafting in Montana is a fine way to spend your vacation but it's not the same as river rafting in Zimbabwe. No Sir Ree, Bob! You can roar down the Zambezi River on a big raft with...

[tabby title="Poem"] White privilege it’s called and recently I learned its name although I’ve been white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted. I push a cart through a megastore in bib...