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. I stumbled. I stuttered. “It’s a quarter to three,” he said, explaining the rules of the big hand and the little hand. Nearly twenty years later, at a holiday gathering, I chatted about how quickly the year passed, a traditional New Year’s Eve conversation starter. … Continue reading The Truth About Time by Keysha Whitaker