The thing I remember at the heart of this memory is a large old man breaking from a gathering of friends and family, beaming, making his way to shake our tiny little-girl hands. I never knew how much I'd grow to love this man's being until his soul passed on. For me, Mandela lives forever. This Salon essay celebrating Mandela's life tries to wrestle with the enormous gift of his life to me as a black South African and his legacy to the country he helped birth.
Spent the summer in beautiful MacDowell Colony. AND! Got to celebrate Medal Day with the legendary MAUSE author, Art Spiegelman.
Spring 2018 Reading at the Lannan Center at Georgetown U. Hello Lit Nights