“Did you seriously say that you wouldn’t have carded that woman based on her arms alone?”
In the open letter to the man who rolled up beside me talkin’ ‘bout he’s going to make sure I get to my car safely,
“Um…. That didn’t make me feel safe….”
What’s in a name?
In an open letter to Lyndon Johnson’s ghost,
“I fear that I’ve neglected you too long and now you don’t come to me easily. I’d love to see you again. Soon.”
In an open letter to the other person who is reading in here,
“I can’t help but notice your book, glasses, mustache and ponytail. Oh and your little book of notes. I’m dying to know, what are you reading?”
Meridian, Mississippi (1871)
Duration, in days, of the Meridian riot. Distance between Meridian, Mississippi and Sumter County, Alabama. In Alabama, Ku Klux Klan raids drove freedmen to desert Sumter County and to seek refuge in Meridian. This led to a labor shortage in Sumter County. As a result, a group had made several trips in January of 1871 […]
In an open letter to whoever is farting up the joint,
“You got this place smelling like a gas station bathroom.”
In an open letter to the man next to me at the bar,
“How exactly did you hit my hip with your napkin? Twice.”
In an open letter to the white guy next to me trying to explain political correctness to his dining mates,
“Did you seriously just refer to Native Americans and make that noise…you know the one, gesture a headdress, AND say ‘you know, the one with the tipis’? Then, did you go into African American vs black? I’m thinking about accidentally spilling my drink on you. And I totally think you’re the silent farter.”
In an open letter to the men next to me at the bar,
“Your conversation is disturbing my reading…and I am good at ignoring background noise. And why are you talking about cavities, whether treatment can be postponed, and the spectre of extraction at an eating establishment?”