The Women’s March on Washington, Los Angeles edition, was so crowded that my sister, mother, nephew, college friend, her friend, and all of our sisters and mothers and comrades in arms couldn’t march. We stood half a block from Pershing Square, from 9:40...
I once went out with this brown guy. We were sipping tea (literally, although perhaps also the way the kids mean it) when we started talking about race in America. He’s Arab and we had met through black friends with whom I had enjoyed many impromptu Social...
Thoughts from November 9th, 2016. A date which will live in infamy? Because there’s no better way to get to know each of us than on a day when when we all woke up crying. If there’s anything that we knew that morning, it was that we were glad we had our...
