The narrative self encourages a kind of living that keeps one’s eyes on oneself — and this may not be a good, let alone the best, way to live.
When I couldn’t focus on anything else last week, I found myself turning to Langston Hughes. What started as simple procrastination led me to recreate “Dinner Guest: Me” to fit the latest discussions surrounding the Atlanta shootings and anti-Asian racism.
The fact vs. opinion distinction isn’t the right one to teach if critical thinking is the goal, and if we want students to learn how to write with the first-person pronoun.
Five years ago, I met a cute, racially ambiguous guy at a party in Escondido Village. As we were walking to brunch some weeks later, the cutie — who recently became my husband — stopped in his tracks and looked at me in disbelief. I had just asked, smiling: “So what are you, anyway?” (I…