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Four years of college, four years of two packages of Ramen for dinner, four years of swearing that food would be rich, meaty and fresh in the future. Now that the future was here, now that a job was here, … Continue reading
For my photography book “Glory” I went to the poorest places in America. I took photos of people and places that reflected the glory of the human spirit not matter how squalid the circumstances of life. It is my favorite … Continue reading
Writing is like playing. You’re slouched on the couch, bored. You can’t figure out what to do next. Get up, go where your writing tools are, pick a word and start. Make a choice, pick a color. Just start. Write … Continue reading
So I went to this: Wisdom Sharing. Gloria Steinem told a story about Alice Walker being at her apartment for the weekend. Gloria wondered what her cat would be like if it was as big as Gloria herself. Alice answered, … Continue reading
Once she learned how to use those sad eyes on her mom, she ruled the house. It was the saddest parenting situation I’d ever seen. A baby having her way with an immature young mother, neither of them capable of … Continue reading
He was social and smiling as a child, but as he grew older he was happiest when he was alone. He didn’t like being touched and was hesitant to hug his aunts and uncles. It used to hurt me. I … Continue reading
The waitresses knew all the deadbeats – the guys who wanted extra service but never left a tip. They made Maria, the youngest waitress, wait on those customers. Maria knew what was up, but she did it cheerfully anyway. Then … Continue reading
I couldn’t think of him as a corpse, even though he was obviously dead. He lay slumped among the red and green chili he’d been sorting on a large flatbed trailer. He was a man I knew, spoke to. He … Continue reading
Remember when we used to call them burglars? What do we call them nowadays? Kids looking for drug money? They kicked in the door and ransacked the house, but they were looking for money, not things. The TV, the X-box, … Continue reading