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Bag of Wishes

The other day I took my son to a park in our neighborhood to climb an old tree. It has no branches, therefore it has no limbs or leaves. It is just a trunk broken off at the top, but its base is a twisting mass

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Revelation Slap

One of the best conversations is the kind that makes the listener sit forward in their chair, lock widened eyes with the divulger, and slap the table as they exclaim, “Yes! That is exactly how it is!” While each dialogue is different, the plot remains the same:

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Why I Geek

I am the penultimate example of the adage: Jack-of-all-trades, master of none. When I told this to a friend of mine, her reply was: ‘That’s a good thing- you’ll have job security where others with only one skill don’t.’ I like that. I’m surrounded by

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WILL WORK

Even now, five years later, the fate of a stranger I saw only once weighs on my mind. He was a big and lean man sitting on a crate on the street median wearing a bandana tied around his neck, a white cotton sleeveless shirt

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Bringing Home an Arab

I like to think myself as the ‘curveball’ that upset the norm of my familial history, at least when it comes to detaching color and culture from one’s perspective of another. My biggest contribution to this process to date is bringing home an Arab. When

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Lee

What does it take to make us stop and be silent long enough to look within, To hold still so that we can better hear the shadows speak. We can’t see in the dark but we sense that something is there. The other morning I

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Sharing is Daring

Sharing our true feelings is the most daring thing we can do. What if I were to tell you that I panic at the thought of death, that I fear that all we really do have is now and now and now, and then those

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Sucked in

It’s so easy to get sucked into the vacuum of ‘important’ tasks, all the while looking wistfully over the shoulder at all of the important things you really want to do. Write. Practice guitar. Read. I consider myself a writer foremost, but the majority of

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31 years ago today

At this moment, 31 years ago today, you were holding me in your arms for the first time. You were only eighteen and didn’t know then how things would end or even what the next day would bring. At that moment you didn’t know that