October 15, 2016
by Emily
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In 1974, my friend and I experienced our first criminal sexual incident. We were 11, just beginning 6th grade. We lived in a nice neighborhood in Kalamazoo, Michigan: trees and lawns and sidewalks for bikes, driveways for hopscotch, backyards with swing sets … Continue reading
February 10, 2013
by Emily
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We’ve come so far. No more slavery. No more Jim Crow. We have Oprah. But let’s pretend we haven’t. Let’s pretend that we still have the wrongest of wrongs to right, The most unfair Most unjust Most small-minded and cruelest … Continue reading
August 22, 2012
by Emily
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My father loved Detroit. Even now, in his estimated 12th year of Alzheimer’s, the mention of Detroit evokes responses from him, nonsense words in story-telling tones, occasional names of family members, even his own name. My parents grew up, met and … Continue reading