I don’t have COVID-19. There. I said it, and I hope it remains true, no matter how long this heinous virus goes around. Yes, I’ve heard of herd immunity, but I worry that we will never reach it, no matter how many millions get it, no matter how many hundreds of thousands succumb to it. … Continue reading fear
Or maybe it’s more like “We’re here. We have value. Don’t tread on us.” So many people like to pat themselves on the back and say, “Martin Luther King fought hard and accomplished so much, so now black people are equal.” If white people are afraid the police are going to catch them it’s because … Continue reading Being Black in America
“You need to sit still,” Mrs. Nottingham admonished, hair brush in hand. Penelope was the absolute worst when it came to patience. Every day she had to sit through hair, and makeup, and dress fittings, an endless litany of responsibilities out of the spotlight that hopefully would make her more palatable to the public when … Continue reading Nottingham
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.” ~T.S. Eliot I used to believe in the Apocalypse. I thought it was some fantasmic, spectacularly obscene alternate reality that would somehow intersperse with our own sometime in the distant future, in some Buck Rogers timeline that wouldn’t see me in … Continue reading That Revelations Feeling
The elevator buttons lit up one by one, as if touched by a child’s ghostly index finger, the display sparked like a Christmas tree finally dressed in its finery. Craig and Lindsay stood side by side at the rear of the car. They were headed to the fifth floor for a meeting, but, even though they knew each other, they did not interact. Neither did they react to the sudden illumination, one by one, of the floor numbers.
On four, Allison stepped on without even glancing at the display. She nodded at Craig but completely ignored Lindsay. It was rare for Allison not to speak, though it seemed customary for the other two, but she simply eased herself next to Craig as the doors slid shut once more. She was preoccupied by other things at that moment anyway.
At eight that morning, when she arrived for work, the fountain out front had sometime in the night begun spouting black water. She glanced at the strange color, but it didn’t slow her down. It wasn’t her problem, though she hoped it would be remedied by close of business. Not because she was afraid, of course.
“It’s probably just a prank,” they said around the water cooler on four. Delightful Décor had spread downward two floors from the fifth, which meant five more water coolers, and more chances to hear office gossip. Continue reading “Waiting to Exhale”
I jest. But I really don’t. It is Day 14, for what it’s worth. Day 14 since I last saw my students. I didn’t think it would end so soon. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still going to be having class, once this two-week spring break is done. But once I’m “back” in class it … Continue reading Day 14