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Whose Voice is it Anyway?

I Don’t Get Writer’s Block. I Get Laryngitis. When I was 12, I wanted to be Elizabeth Taylor. Glamorous, talented, worshipped from afar. Champagne and diamonds and Rock Hudson. Even that revolving-door marriage thing sounded like fun. I typed up witty interviews of myself, and pasted them inside magazine covers. Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
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California Dreamin’

When I Let My Reptilian Brain Take the Wheel In the end, I moved across the country the way I usually do things: haphazardly (although I prefer the term freestyle). My 27th consecutive Illinois winter had frozen all but the most reptilian lobe of my brain. Logic, reason, planning — they were Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
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Fearless

Even at the age of 7, I was accustomed to people coming in and out of our house at all hours of the day and night. My parents ran the NAACP and organized civil rights marches from our living room, and published a militant newspaper from our basement. On any Read more…

By Kay Bolden, ago
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