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5 Things I’ve Been Thinking About/Doing

Sorry it’s been so long since I last posted something. I’m so grateful for those of you who still read this blog. I can see that there’s a steady stream of visitors everyday. Here are some things I’ve learned/done/or am working on since the last time I’ve posted (which was back in January, yikes!) 1. … Continue reading


Installation #9

Good Things Come In Twos This year, all I want for Father’s Day is a nice twelve hour nap. No cards. No fancy dinners. And definitely no telephone calls. When I wake up, I’ll go through my file cabinet and take out some folders. Skip through some photos of my daughter and let silence fill … Continue reading

Installation # 8

Looking at all of the mixed kids today, one would never guess that back in the day, we kids were an oddity.  I was born in Cambridge, Maryland in 1969 to a married black woman and a married white man.  Needless to say, they kept their relationship under wraps.  Neither of them were happy in … Continue reading

Fixing Daddy, #7

Fixing Daddy He tips to the thermostat, adjusts it to heat the house before she awakens, decides what to make for the first of four meals he’ll prepare that day. An alarm only he can hear summons, and he’s by her bed, rolling the insulin vial between his hands like a lemon, warming the clear … Continue reading

Father Forgive Me, installation #6

“Father forgive me, we got some issues.”- Jay Z             It was a few days after my father’s 50th birthday, and I still struggled with what it meant to call the man who’s name I carry dad.  I climbed into the dust and cracks of my black leather seat and headed to his apartment. The … Continue reading

Installation #4

My father has many sayings.  For example, when my siblings and I were growing up, he rarely allowed us to watch TV, but when he caught us watching something he would always say the same thing:  “Why are you watching the TV?  Instead of watching the TV, you should go to your room and study … Continue reading

Installation #3

Photographer Leslie Sinclair watching his daughter Marion ride a tricycle. This is Marian’s first trip to her father’s homeland, Havana Cuba. Sinclair and his family now reside in Geneva. He’s one of my favorite photographers living.

Installation #2 (Fatherhood Series)

  The tools in his truck rattle when we go over the slightest bumps. Dad and I might be cruising some street in D.C., Maryland, or Virginia. We might be on our way to a service call or on our way back from meeting a potential client. Dad’s a self-employed master electrician/electrical contractor. He’s 6-foot-1 … Continue reading

Fathering Words with E. Ethelbert Miller

Egberto Miller walks to the subway carrying his lunch. My mother has taken the time to fix him a good meal. I will remember the exchange of small brown paper bags more than hugs and kisses between my parents. When we moved into the St. Mary’s Housing Projects, we lived on the seventeenth floor; my … Continue reading


   Almost two years ago, I wrote an essay for The Root about my twin struggle to be both an artist and a good “single” father. This may well be one of my most celebrated pieces. I got invited on NPR with Mark Anthony Neal to discuss my experience. So, now I thought that for … Continue reading