Stella of Tremont
By the time she was four, my grandmother had survived her first global pandemic. A lifetime later, she is weathering another.
By the time she was four, my grandmother had survived her first global pandemic. A lifetime later, she is weathering another.
"I never would have called it homelessness, if you’d asked."
"If you listen long enough, you’ll find your own Prine line, the one that makes you feel real lonesome and want to laugh, all at once."
A coronavirus sketchbook, March 2020.
More than twenty-five thousand people lost their homes so a highway could be built in my neighborhood.
A requiem for the small-town "hang-arounds."
Since the early twentieth century, the area has been a safe haven for Latinx—including my family.
Remembering the Ohio State Penitentiary Hurricanes—and the day my father played against them in 1965.
Remembering the life and leadership of one of the first Black mayors of a major American city. [Excerpted from "The Gary Anthology."]
In Flint, Michigan, a gathering of the descendants of the men and women who joined the ‘Great Migration.’
The legacy of a multiracial community on Indianapolis’s south side.
From "Under Purple Skies: The Minneapolis Anthology."