Summertime is my favorite. Every night, we sit on our back porch (which we can FINALLY enjoy without layers of coats and complicated zippered undergarments) passing a doobie back and forth, staring out at the view of our neighbor’s yard against a backdrop of low-slung mountains. And we congratulate ourselves on being so damned woke….

Travel Diary of a Privileged White Woman

Okay, time to get real. I was not happy at all with yesterday’s blog post. It felt good to blog again, and I felt eager to get some words down about our Arizona experience thus far, but afterward (and ever since), I couldn’t shake this needling feeling that it just wasn’t truthful. It wasn’t authentic. It wasn’t…