The Seeds of Rebirth

On a snowy, ten-degree day in January 2009, my girlfriend and I woke up and randomly found our way to Gary, Indiana. We had Broadway to ourselves. At that time, the former Sheraton Hotel (since demolished) loomed menacingly over downtown.

2017-07-18T14:43:01+00:00 July 12th, 2017|

The Urban Rural

When I have written about Roseland it is usually about tragedy and trauma as the result of generations of neglect. When I tell white people where I live, their response always begins with a recollection

2017-09-05T11:28:20+00:00 June 27th, 2017|

Our Bungalow on Braile

More than anything, my dad talks about the trees. How branches reached up and intertwined over the street to block out the sun. Turned the street into a tunnel. You couldn’t see the sky. Same thing on every block he and his four younger brothers would have walked. Trees taller than all the Warrendale bungalows.

2017-06-22T12:42:32+00:00 June 22nd, 2017|