Category Ferguson

waiting on the brink of….something

If you are lucky enough to have the day off–and shelter of your own–this is a cold but cozy Sunday in St. Louis. At this moment yellow candle flames offset the blue-chill light coming from my windows. Coffee brews. The dog is happy-grunting next to the space heater and I am wearing this wonderful fleece […]

The Trouble with Stories: A Critical Reading of Ferguson’s Official Narrative

My credentials for writing an analysis of what happened in Ferguson, Missouri are nonexistent. I am not an expert on politics, law, or crime forensics. I hold an MA in Literature. The only thing that I have to offer is a well-developed eye for problem areas in plot development. It is possible that any assumption […]