Lisa FreedmanThe Plane, boss. Da Plane: While We Were Looking UpAbout 17 miles north of where I sat in my office, and about a year before I became a mother, an eight year old boy was murdered in his…3 min read·Apr 4, 2023----
Lisa FreedmanBracing For AfterMaybe I always knew, deep down, that jeans and bras and wrinkle cream are unnecessary. And lip gloss. And hugs. And leaving the house.3 min read·Feb 19, 2021----
Lisa FreedmanPurity Tests and False Equivalencies, ReduxStanding in line for an ice cream cone on Wells Street the other day, I watched two young black men, who had been chatting amicably…4 min read·Jul 7, 2020----
Lisa FreedmanMy Second City, though the Lens of Pandemic and ProtestLAKEFRONT.3 min read·Jun 20, 2020----
Lisa FreedmanDemings, Harris, Abrams, Rice. Pick One, Joe.I admit it. I was wrong.3 min read·May 31, 2020----
Lisa FreedmanQuarantiningA friend had a birthday, so we gathered, Covid style. In her driveway, each of us six feet away from the nearest other, each of us holding…2 min read·Mar 31, 2020----
Lisa FreedmanThe Hole in the Book FairIt felt right, finally, navigating through the crowds with my dog, thumbing through books, accepting treats (for him, not me), wandering…4 min read·Jun 8, 2019----
Lisa FreedmanMother’sDay, from a Daughter’s EyesWhen I was eight years old, I went to a little store across the street from my school (at least I think that’s where it was) and I bought…2 min read·May 8, 2019----