Memoir at the intersection of road, race, and reinvention.
Personal essays by Quincy James Freeman rooted in Los Angeles: memory, place, culture, class, movement, and what it means to return home.
I was nine. The paperwork says the adoption was final on February 16, 1993, and the paperwork wins that argument. I only recently learned that the Edmund D. Edelman Children’s Court in Monterey Park had opened the summer before, so I was one of its early customers. Here’s what I remember. A judge asked my … Read more
Where once the whispers concerned how many hearts he held at once, they now concern how few he has managed to keep.
From duplicity to discipline, this rake’s lessons were written not in books, but in scandal.
How Catch One Illuminated My Path to Freedom. Being different is one of the hardest things one can endure, especially in the developmental stage of life.