My Little Brother visited from New York again this past weekend. I think he enjoys the Coney Island hotdogs, Vernors, and Sanders Hot Fudge because, let’s face it, it’s not for the ambience of downtown Detroit. Not that you could see downtown this weekend due to the fog. Incidentally, if you ever want a good chuckle, ask Little Brother how to pronounce the word “fog.” Seriously. Aside from that for the moment, we actually had a rare chat about our parents during our early years.
I have no idea if the end of the book I’m currently writing has anything to do with this—maybe—but I’ve been wondering lately what my future will be like at the end. I can’t help but shake I’ll be alone. And I don’t mean abandoned. I mean everyone else will pass before I do. Dying has always seemed very daunting and scary to me. But if you were surviving and everybody else around you was kicking the bucket long before your timer went off? That’s almost more terrifying.
When my husband…Continue
Reposted in response to tr ig's recent nostalgic Open Salon post...…Continue
I was still in a bit of shock at this time last year. My father had died a month earlier, my mother and I were physically and mentally exhausted, and I had to plan Christmas dinner for her, my husband, and my grandmother. His Majesty had lost his father two years earlier, my grandmother lost her husband a couple years before that, and we were all dealing with our grief. It didn’t exactly make for a happy holiday. Now, another year has gone by.
It seemed as if 2016 was going to ignore…Continue
My grandmother is still recovering from surgery on her shoulder, which she had prior to Thanksgiving. Because of it, she probably won’t be able to come to our house for Christmas. But, as we did with Thanksgiving, we’ll take the small party to her. I asked just prior to digging into our Thanksgiving meal if Grandma would like to say Grace. She always made a habit of it in years past despite not being a hugely religious person, so I thought perhaps she might like to this year. She choked up,…Continue
My secret weapon was a little wooden train.
I ordered it from IKEA, along with a shoe rack for our hallway. It was cheap, colorful, and compatible with my son Julien’s Brio track, and my plan was to keep it in my…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Simeon, at 16 you helped desegregate lunch counters in your hometown of Kinston, North Carolina. You taught me so much about nonviolent struggle. You were my hero.
Saj, I'll never forget how you outsmarted that NJ state trooper who was so eager to bust us. Your words to me that final time I saw you will remain with me forever.
Steven, thanks for the flower in my hair at Philly pride 1972 and for the good times at La Maison…Continue
Happy holidays to one and all!!
I know I don't post on here a lot but when I do, I wear a top hat and do a little dance!!
I hope each of you are having an awesome time.
I sure am.
I got Dr. Pepper and chicken.
French bread and coleslaw for a happy meal.
It has much less to do with the mythic celebration of Native Americans and the Pilgrims of the Plymouth Colony and much more…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
There’s no denying that the popular story of the first Thanksgiving is a cultural myth, promoted by school textbooks that are anything but history. Just ask the Texas State Board of Education. It’s well versed in propaganda for the kiddies.
Many historians argue, as Richard Greener related in the Huffington Post, that the first Thanksgiving Day was declared by Massachusetts Colony Governor John Winthrop in 1637 “to celebrate the safe return of a band of…Continue
As a working-class, southern Italian faggot I have never felt in more danger.
I hear calls from the mindless mainstream media for the country to heal and unify. I won't heal. I won't unify with those who voted for the monster the mindless mainstream media helped create. This country can never be "healed" as long as racism, sexism, homophobia/transphobia, ageism, ableism, classism, etc. continue to make some…Continue
Like I wrote before I’m approaching Brother Bill’s home and health care slowly and building up a routine. Once every day I drive the five or six miles to Bill’s trailer and make sure he takes his pills and then we go out for breakfast or late lunch. Driving around Bastrop, Texas you can see dozens and dozens of campaign yard signs ranging from small hand-made signs tacked to telephone poles to professionally printed mini billboards that are four by eight feet. What is most interesting is…Continue
A hummingbird in the garage
No, not parked alongside the car
but hovering, frantically (they are frantic creatures)
Inches from the ceiling. It is darting back and forth
Against the white expanse as though a portal to
The natural world might appear but, actually, two very large
Portals, the open garage doors are there, just there
A few feet below where it - oh come on! -
Will not go.
Though I have no way of determining the…