Only a man can see in the face of a woman the girl she was. It is a secret which can be revealed only to a particular man and, then, only at his insistence.

~James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk

the last night in Portland

A genius bartender named Amy  made up a drink just for me*…she let me name it, so don’t hold her accountable for that.

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The Campfire Girl

  • 2 oz. of Sombra mezcal
  • .5 of orgeat
  • .5 of lime
  • .25 of pineapple
  • 5 drops of saline
  • 4 drops of firewater bitters
  • spray the glass with Laphroaig

Visit her at the Green Room, and if you’re the manager of same, give her a raise.

 

*and if this is a real drink, and she didn’t make it up–don’t tell me that. I prefer the fiction.

 

 

All I want for my birthday

…is for my white friends and family to do one thing today to support black liberation.

Make a donation to BlackLivesMatter, Campaign Zero, or one of the many fine local or state organizations fighting for justice. Go to a rally to support ending the extrajudicial killing of black people. Have a conversation with another white person about why you want to see an end to racist policing. (Here are some tips on how to do that.) Email a local city council person and tell them to start working on passing one of these laws. Call the district attorney in your city and tell them to stop locking people up for not being able to pay fines. Contact your mayor and tell him/her to hold cops accountable, regardless of the FOP’s endorsement.

 

For my friends and family who are people of color, particularly those who are African American–take care of yourselves. This has been a crazy-making week, and self-care matters, just like your lives.

 

I love you all.