• The Truth About Time by Keysha Whitaker

    Time is infinite and finite. It also doesn’t exist. When I was five or six, my uncle, in his trademark wife beater and green factory pants, tried to teach me to tell time. “What time is it?” He’d point to the white round clock on the wall over the stove in my grandmother’s yellow kitchen.…

  • Detours and Triple Deuces by Keysha Whitaker

    I once took Route 1 from Virginia to New Jersey by using a AAA atlas. This was around 2000 – way before Google Maps or the guiding voice of Siri. In my black Dodge Neon, I pulled over periodically to check the way, using my finger to follow the road off the page and onto…

  • The Danger of Being Overwait by Keysha Whitaker

    When I was in high school, I often thought: I can’t wait to graduate and go to college so I can start my life. By my third year in college, I thought: I can’t wait to graduate and get a job so I can start my life. In my first 9 – 5, I’d sit…

  • Absurd on Wheels by Keysha Whitaker

    No sir. Nooooooo sir. I know you did not just park your bike in a parking space. Not your motorcycle. Not your scooter. Not your Vespa. Your bicycle. Two wheels. No motor. Of course, your parking job suggests you’re operating without a motor too . . . Maybe I’m overreacting. Who am I to judge…

  • When chance is a cable bill by Keysha Whitaker

    In all the decades I’ve been getting a cable bill, I never read it. If I bothered to open it, I just glanced at the Total Amount Due and shredded it  – after 18 weeks in the junk paper pile. When I started getting electronic bills and went on auto-debit, I didn’t even bother to…

  • Birds fly low. by Keysha Whitaker

    Why do birds fly so low to the ground? Not all the time, just when they’re crossing the street – which is something they do strangely enough pretty regularly, even though they don’t have any feathery business doing so. Fly above the street. Around the street. But don’t cross it, bird. You’re not Big Bird…

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