Rebecca D. Martin's essays have been published in Proximity Magazine, Art House America, and Relief Journal, among others, and she is a contributing writer at Makes You Mom. She hails from Georgia, bu
…there are the stubborn stumps of shame, grief that remains unsolvable after all
the years, a bag of stones that goes with one wherever one goes and however the
hour may call for
The screen brightens as the camera pans down. The sound of strings, pianissimo,
brightly, in a major key. Snowy hills, treetops, a perfect, tiny village nestled
in a cozy mountain valley. The strings
“There was so much blood!” The urologist is downright gleeful. “The nurses were
totally freaked out!” This is in hindsight, and he wasn’t even there. He heard
the story second-hand, after being
“Come join the shopping spree!” With this exhortation, the woman at a table near
mine greets her friend who is approaching the cafe area of the bookstore, the
third friend in the group
In the 1960s, child psychologist Robert Coles treated Ruby Bridges, a
six-year-old black girl integrating a white elementary school in New Orleans.
Coles would hate my use of the word “treated.” Rather, he