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I was riding a bike. Or gliding. Or doing that walking without walking thing, like characters in a Spike Lee film.Whatever it was, I was doing it on the old street back home, where I grew up. In that place where dreams are made, it all looked like it did the last time I drove the drive and walked the walk so many years ago. The only difference was that it was all … older. The houses that were old then were absolutely ancient now.I stopped in front of Mrs. Sales\’ house. It was boarded up and weeds were the…
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If this post makes you angry, you might consider your own positionality rather than mine. After all, this is my space, which you are free to vacate whenever you choose. I simply ask a bit of decency and respect — that if you disagree, that you do so appropriately.That said, here\’s the thing. There is a difference between feminism and ol\’ school Gone with the Wind \’femininity\’.It seems to me (again I say this: my space, my queries, my conundrums) that a person cannot shout \’feminist\’ out of one side of the neck, touting the need for equality and access…
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Dr.Hobby made … things. In a future-time when artificial beings were created to do everything from mining to cleaning to babysitting, he took the next step and made David. Visiting the page above, you\’ll see a clip from the film where David, Dr. Hobby\’s greatest and most tragic creation, is abandoned by his \’mommy\’. It is a weird scene in which Monica (who is, David\’s … what shall we call her, his adopted human parent?) plans to take David back to the factory where he was made but instead sets him free in the forest. I\’m sorry I didn\’t teach…
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A former colleague of mine contacted me several weeks ago, knowing I am pretty much a sucker for all things diversity-education-related. He was organizing a tour of schools in my area for several of the people who work in his department. I connected him to some people I know and their tour was organized.I emailed to find out how it went and he said it was a success, blah-di-blah, and that he hopes to maintain a relationship with the city.At which point, my fingers disconnected from my brain and I went on a rant: Agreed, especially since the [organization] has…
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I spoke to the young man and his dad as they raked leaves into a multicolored pile on their corner lawn property. I thanked them for pointing me to the nearly invisible path that led into a dark patch of forest. I had a meeting to get to. Somewhere in there. The darkness deepened into the appearance of evening as I walked down the middle of the dirt path. I reached a semblance of a crossroads: to the left, there was still light dappling in through the leaves and thick trunks; ahead, the gloom deepened and I could see movement.…
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There is hope within. Some days, it might not feel like it — when turmoil causes physical aches and pains the likes of which no gym trainer could ever produce — but like they say in the Prego commercial, it\’s in there. Time passes and in the twilight, thoughts turn inward to what is missing, what fell short. But also, there\’s light in there — brighter than the darkness offered by twilight, by what is missing, by what fell short: There is hope in there. Think on those things and know that what the twilight offers is not all there…