With No Hands

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

Oh humble law building… (You were a law building, right?)

A small rectangular building standing awkwardly on blacktop, I can’t quite imagine that parking lot without it.

To the building, I may have been just another kid on a sky blue 10-speed bike, but that building was my greatest triumph.


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When An Untouchable Has A Crush

When we were growing up, our first crush was so important. And now, just thinking about him makes me want to laugh, but in an affectionate way.

I went to a small Lutheran school affiliated with five churches in St. Louis, and the school had a pretty rigid caste system that felt as strong as India’s caste system. And I was a dalit. If people even talked to me, they were tainted by association.

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