In Providence: A Providence Thanksgiving
“This would have been her big Thanksgiving, because she was always saying how, you know, when she was gone, if we all could do the holidays and not ‘eff’ it […]
“This would have been her big Thanksgiving, because she was always saying how, you know, when she was gone, if we all could do the holidays and not ‘eff’ it […]
“The last guy gave me $10 on a $22 order. I told him ‘Thank you, thank you so much.’ He said he used to do the same thing I’m doing. […]
“I wasn’t young for very long.” She takes me to Glorious West African Cuisine on Elmwood Avenue. We eat fried plantains and dry rice, and she accuses me of picking […]
On the second floor of an apartment on Parade Street, there’s a man with no shirt standing in front of a window trying not to draw Superman. “It’s hard when […]
We were sitting around a circular table trying not to eat the bread. “You put out food that gives off a nice smell, like fresh-baked bread or soup,” said our […]
She works in a small office on the line where Providence meets North Providence, where she does medical billing and tries not to fall asleep. “I bartend at night, and […]
I sometimes wonder if I survived the drop. It’s a drop that never happened, but could have– Maybe it did. Years ago, I was standing on a rooftop in downtown […]
He played me something on his piano. “That’s not my best,” he says, “but it’s the one I like the most.” His house is on the South Side across from […]
“He was shaking so bad I thought he was going to pass out,” she said laughing, while he nodded his head with a good-natured smile. “I was thinking, Oh no, […]
I wanted to find someone as old as Providence Place. When I passed by a banner in the mall letting me know that the capitalist center I used to beg […]