Tracing the Past Along 100 Miles of Shoreline

Southern trees bear a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees ~ Abel Meeropol  I will never forget hearing the recording of Billie Holiday’s famous voice come over the Intercom in my classroom when I was teaching high school. …

Enough

Every day it keeps repeating, the wish, I wish, would stop, that my love would be bigger, that my love would be enough. Enough to keep the tears from falling, the fists from clenching up tight, the falling, the writhing, the screaming, the fears that wake her up at night. Bigger than every worry, every …