She was not my first choice, or even my second or third, in the primary season. I actually found her annoying, at times.

She was not my first choice, or even my second or third, in the primary season. I actually found her annoying, at times, and even infuriating once or twice. But when I heard Kamala Harris talk about her mother, Shyamala Gopalan, coming at 19 years old, to Berkeley in the 1960’s, from Chennai, India, only one generation removed from her rural ancestral town, unexpected tears sprung up from somewhere very deep inside me. And I could not…


Please do not minimize these women’s experiences.

I am a dyed in the wool progressive. No one who knows me, even very casually, could ever possibly think otherwise. Having said that, I’ve been finding it troubling that Occupy Democrats — and those who choose to share and defend their meme — have taken a page out of Clarence Thomas’s playbook by using the word “lynch” when discussing the charges and call for an investigation now faced by Governor Andrew Cuomo. Words matter. They mattered when Thomas used the word “lynch” to describe the investigation into his alleged sexual misconduct, and…


I grew up in the rarefied position of being a Black person, but not looking quite enough so to be identified as such…

My Great Grandmother, Grandmother and Mother

“Mixed race” people didn’t just show up in America in the last generation or two. We have existed in this country ever since Europeans first set foot here and began setting roots in this land — ever since Europeans began interbreeding (largely by force) with Africans and Native peoples. And yet, many of us have struggled with the feeling that there was no clearly defined place for us here, and often, that our right to claim the…


There are days that are crystal clear and achingly beautiful — another breathtaking day in Paradise, I think to myself

Baja Shoreline

The shimmering sun hovers heavily over the water, brooding over barely perceptible swells.

The tiny waves absorb the sunlight, amplifying into greater swells, then crash onto the shore, battering the huge rocks.

Low flying birds almost scampering above them.

I am mesmerized by the scene.

I drive around Baja with Maureen, a realtor acquaintance here, looking at the various communities.

Some are more traditionally Mexican, funky — even a little bohemian. Some are huge communities with white-washed condos, community centers…

Gisele Perez

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