This Will Be My Undoing: Living at the Intersection of Black, Female, and Feminist in (White) America, by Morgan Jerkins (2018) This book is not about all women, but it is meant for all women, and men, and those who do not adhere to the gender binary. It is for you. You. Our blackness doesn't... Continue Reading →
Documentary-Like Memoir of a Mother Who Made “A Way Out of No Way”
Book review: The World According to Fannie Davis: My Mother's Life in the Detroit Numbers, by Bridgett M. Davis (Amazon / Book Depository) Professor and novelist Bridgett M. Davis's mother Fannie was a number runner. Even before she understood exactly what that was and meant, Davis understood she had to keep what her mother did... Continue Reading →
Witty, Sharply Smart Essays on All Kinds of Thickness
Book review: Thick, by Tressie McMillan Cottom (Amazon / Book Depository) Being too much of one thing and not enough of another had been a recurring theme in my life ... Thick where I should have been thin, more when I should have been less, a high school teacher nicknamed me "Ms. Personality," and it... Continue Reading →
The Working Poor of the Heartland
Book review: Heartland, by Sarah Smarsh Journalist Sarah Smarsh is a fifth generation Kansan who grew up with her family life centered around a wheat farm in the countryside, with Wichita being the closest big city. In her memoir, she chronicles generations of her family, particularly the strong but troubled women in her lineage, and puts... Continue Reading →
Sharp Essays on America’s Social, Political, and Economic Bruises
Book review: The View from Flyover Country, by Sarah Kendzior Amazon An old adage says to write what you know. As a journalist living in a decayed Midwestern city waiting - and waiting and waiting - for the Great Recession to end, that was what I knew. Political writer, analyst and academic researcher of authoritarian... Continue Reading →
You Can’t Go Home Again
Book review: Educated, by Tara Westover (Amazon / Book Depository) Not knowing my birthday had never seemed strange. I knew I'd been born near the end of September, and each year I picked a day, one that didn't fall on a Sunday because it's no fun spending your birthday in church..."I have a birthday, same as... Continue Reading →