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“Why They Call The Cops On Us” by Nkosi Ife Bandele

I knew I had made a mistake in thinking I could leave my children unattended for even one minute!

Dear Afternoon Nap . . .

It is hard to explain about staring at people.

For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .

You got me. I sometimes steal away into McDonald’s with my nine year old, and we share a large fry. . .

It started when she was quite young. . .

So there I was being selfishly glum after learning that tonight’s tenth anniversary dinner reservations had to be cancelled . . .

Since I am 6’4”, Black, and a furry dude to boot, I am not your typical Upper Westside Mom. . .