The sun’s throwing that hazy afternoon, postcard skyline up around Lake Merritt as I bike into the Lakeview branch of the Oakland Public library. There’s some grown-ass white folk snogging on the front steps. She’s blonde, he’s bald. Continue reading
The fearsome, awestriking part of bikemomma is that she expects to eat shit, get up, and try again. She expects her flock — her kids and her community — to do the same. Continue reading