I woke up around noon, nice and late, just as I like it. I stretched and cracked my neck, and then I remembered what day it was. I threw on my clothes and ran downstairs to the coffee shop below … Continued
I’m African-American and my family moved to California almost a hundred years ago after a lynching took place outside their hometown in Kentucky. I’m also undocumented, or in the current anti-immigrant vernacular, “illegal.” I don’t have the necessary documents to … Continued