I published "Shout Outs" back in February with the Nervous Break Down. It's an essay that talks about going to a majority white state university in the late 80s. In the dorm where I was an RA, someone lit a cross on the door of two black students. The nonfiction editor at NBD, Chelsey Clammer, and I had some frank conversations about the piece. She almost decided against it. I'm glad she published it. In light of recent events in Virginia, I thought I'd post it here. It might be worth another look.
Are you the kind of person who buys wild shrimp only to throw out the heads? If so, let me quote the late Bob Dole of Kansas and tell you that there is no place on this website for you....the exit is clearly marked. I made shrimp and grits for my parents this week. I used the heads to craft a broth that later went back into the dish. I'm not bragging so much as telling you that if you're going to do something, do it correctly. These things matter. Don't tell me about the chaos of the world, or you most recent romantic endeavor. Get in the kitchen and do something well. Same goes for salmon. same for osso bucco, and those little game hens that have gained popularity of late.