i leave for my writers residency soon. i feel excited and anxious and exhilarated all at the same time. keep reading the welcome letter over and over again: "The absence of distractions forces many women to face themselves as writers for the first time." i am so looking forward to it.
in honor, i am signing off of my blog, coming back in a month. there are a number of things i might discuss before going, like caster semenya, healthcare reform, or bronx princess, but it doesn't really matter -- i'm letting it go.
be well and read wisely. :)
in honor, i am signing off of my blog, coming back in a month. there are a number of things i might discuss before going, like caster semenya, healthcare reform, or bronx princess, but it doesn't really matter -- i'm letting it go.
be well and read wisely. :)


I must have watched five hours of 9/11 coverage on the History Channel yesterday, into the wee hours of the morning. When the towers fell, eight years ago, I was on leave from Stanford, in my Intro to African-American History class at Spelman College. I think class started at 9am because, on his way in, Professor Cobb announced that the World Trade Center was under attack and pushed a television up to the front of the room. 