About
Yvonne lives in Berkeley, California with her partner and their four-legged family. During the day, she works at a racial justice think tank, crunching numbers to eradicate white supremacy. At night and sometimes weekends, she sits at her computer, trying to make sense of the world.
These are the fruits of her attempts. Apologies in advance if they are sometimes sour, not always sweet, unripe or not fully ready to launch. Yvonne is working on her craft of writing and playing with using all five senses.
Yvonne tweets, shares what she reads, makes friends, takes pictures, and watches video. Occasionally, she chats and talks on the phone. She loves hearing from you at yvonnegrapher at gmail dot com.
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Missing Brad
I miss Brad.
I was so sad to hear recently that the Mexican government bungled the investigation, not a surprise, and took out further reprisals against APPO.
Being in a new city, I feel so disconnected from remembering Brad and what he represents to me. Brad for me is so wrapped up with the energy and the emotions of NYC, I say this although we were both in Miami for the FTAA protests. But, he’s connected for me with the hopes and the dreams of the revolutionary and autonomist left. A generation of dreamers that lived and breathed for a better world in NYC in the late 1990s and early 2000s.
A part of me feels like I’ve died with Brad.