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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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I looked at my legs, amazed that so many moles would have developed overnight. I touched a few, gently, rubbing my fingers across the rough surface of first one and then another. I blinked and in the span of time that my eyes closed and opened again, the moles had…
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The rock was heavy but not: it had a hole in it.In the hole were two small scorpions, pinkish-gray. They were sleeping.I carried the rock around the house and showed the scorpions to the dogs. They were not impressed.The scorpions woke up and the war began — I flung the…
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Aches and pains do not stop my show. One day, I will have a stylish walking stick and will stroll-hobble to my hovercar. I will continue to pilot myself, even after those who are infants today are little more than dust. When I squint at products on store shelves, other…
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I would say that I am too excited for words, but if you are one of the News Ninjas and you looked at the latest newsletter, you know that is simply untrue.However, since writing and sending it, I have fewer words than before, meaning that this will be a short…