I was baptized in Kindergarten at St. Gabriel’s church on West Vernor Highway in Detroit. I remember how cool I felt with my hair slicked back with Brylcreem, standing tall in my ironed white shirt, tucked deep into my single-pleated black slacks — and Sunday socks, too. To complete the…

I see my dad in front of me, the hospital bed envelops his body, crisp white linens tucked up to his chest, his arms out to his sides, resting on the sheets, palms up. Eyes closed, his mouth shaping an unnatural “O” around the tube pushing air into his lungs…

(Carefully Curating Covid Coping Skills) — How are you all doing out there!!? With Covid and now Monkey pox capturing our collective imaginations , and very possibly our immune systems, I’m just wondering how we’re all coping, managing these ever-heightening levels of fear and anxiety. How are we suppose to cope? I feel compelled to pose…

(and other Tales of Woe from a Misguided Half-Brother ) — Chapter 1: How We Wear Our Grief I hear the front door open of the John K. Solosy Funeral Home and I see my sister, Rachel, pushing back the wisps of her long, black hair while heavily sighing , exhaling one last plume of smoke and flicking her cigarette out…

Diving Deep into Danger and Damage Control — David, in your article , “Interracial Intercourse,” https://davidsaintvincent.medium.com/interracial-intercourse-13338e299cb6, you are most certainly a man of clear ideas and clear intent ! You do not mince words . You do not shy away from the harsh and difficult topics and issues particularly as these ideas relate to the very-current DEI (Diversity, Equity, Inclusion) and woke discussions happening at the proverbial water-cooler conversations all over working-day America.