Regardless of age, you can feel it. As August days creep by, it’s time to get ready for school. A fresh start beckons. Looking back at my college years and many more years as a college professor, memories almost always circle around food.
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Regardless of age, you can feel it. As August days creep by, it’s time to get ready for school. A fresh start beckons. Looking back at my college years and many more years as a college professor, memories almost always circle around food.
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When Lucille Clifton asks, “won’t you celebrate with me,” we answer yes. What does this Black woman decide when she finds no model for how to create her life? “what did i see but to be myself?” she responds. The poet fastens her hands and makes her life of “starshine and clay.” What does a boy from the staunchly-segregated south long to do before he dies? Jimmy Carter casts his ballot for Kamala Harris. Won’t you celebrate the 39th president with me?