I’m not doing well.
I can sing by heart the song of gratitude for what I have and that my family is healthy. It’s all true. I have food in the cupboard. My apartment is warm. I am deeply grateful.
Still, I’m not doing well.
Remote school is my job…
By Lena Gilbert
April 4, 2017
Growing up in Kalamazoo, Michigan, I had the privilege of being bused. Anyone remember the controversial busing program? It was a practice of moving children from different residential areas to redress segregation so that schools could be more fully integrated. And to be honest…
Dec 9, 2016
In lieu of a written story this week, I’m including a piece that my wonderful friend Donna Klimek encouraged me to film. I wrote it a couple years ago, and this time we upped the production value.
Here’s a little something for the holidays. I hope you enjoy it:
November 14, 2016
The way to show your love for someone is by respecting their privacy.
That was the ethos of the Scandinavian-Midwestern household where I grew up. Of course that was never, ever explicitly stated. Stating things explicitly is confrontational. Confrontation is rude. And worse than rude, it’s uncomfortable.
We’re in front of a house with spooky lighting and styrofoam tombstones. There’s a crowd of little princesses and scary types of all ages crowded on the sidewalk. I’m standing back with the grown ups. I’ve got ghostly white face, bloody lips and a spiffy black cloche hat…
October 26, 2016
“What kind of dance career do you want?” I remember being asked once by someone slightly older than myself — an interested party who wanted to be encouraging. “Do you want to choreograph? Have your own dance company? Teach?”
“No!” I said. “I want to dance for…
“What are you hoping for from this third debate?” the interviewer asks a panel of undecided voters.
“I just want Donald Trump to grow up a little and talk about the issues,” says a self-described grandmother.
“I want Hillary Clinton to show some sympathy and empathy and to understand why…