Newspaper Columns

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She sounded like such a sweet old lady. That is, until she started talking. The line of strange questions came in ever-increasing levels of absurdity during our phone call. “Are you Asian or are you white?” Continue reading →

I was driving across town the other day and at one red light, a man was staring at me from the passenger seat of a red, beat-up Dodge minivan. Just before the light turned green, he took the time to call me a terrorist. Actually, he said a little more than that, but it can’t be printed here. Continue reading →

After the racial epithets directed at him, Travis Brown, a local girls basketball coach said, “I’m not really trusting of people right now.” After reading a letter like the one in our newspaper, from someone in my own town, neither am I. Continue reading →

I’m not from around here. When I ordered my first carbonated drink with my dinner at a restaurant in town, I asked for soda, only to discover that it’s called pop here. Balloons pop. I can pop the clutch on my car. Music can pop in a figurative sense. My dad is pop. But soda? It’s just soda. Continue reading →