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Tragedy Plus Time

Tragedy Plus Time

As I mentioned in this space last week, I’m currently reading The Storied South, a book that compiles interviews from southern writers, photographers, musicians, painters, and scholars. In the sections featuring Margaret Walker and Alice Walker, both women talk about the influence of Zora Neale Hurston. It’s been many years since I read Their Eyes Were Watching God. I decided to read it again. I remembered it as a powerful story. I remembered the use of strong dialect. What I’d forgotten somehow was the…

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Saints, Devils, and the Power of Work

Saints, Devils, and the Power of Work

On the day after Christmas, my husband, my mother, and I went to a nearby theater for a matinee of La La Land. On Christmas Eve we’d attended a live performance of the musical Finding Neverland, the story behind the story of Peter Pan. So a movie musical homage to Hollywood seemed like the perfect capper to our holiday entertainment. Plus, we were craving popcorn. Alas, it was not to be. Everyone, it seems, had the same idea. The movie was sold out all day long….

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Men on the Corner

Men on the Corner

The image of construction workers hooting and wolf-whistling at women is an old stereotype, but I grew up around men who worked construction and it doesn’t fit my experience. My father and my uncles and my cousins were ironworkers and welders and electricians. They didn’t make crass comments about women. Daddy was outraged when men called women names or referred to them as sex objects. He was quick to compliment a pretty girl, but he was quicker to praise a woman’s good humor and…

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