My bathtub has a leak. My fucking bathtub, has a leak. I had a story posted on a site last week and in the story I talk all about how I am going to go home and run a bath. And so I go home and run a bath and all the water comes out …
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At the grocery store this week, a woman dropped a box of blueberries. They went everywhere. She was too old to pick them up, and people up and down the aisles just stopped and stared. I just stopped and stared. Her trembling voice, shouting “Cleanup—I need a cleanup!” Embarrassed. Close to tears. Fucking blueberries. All …
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The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial. It’s worth the trip, for that alone. Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment. The grief living in those gaping holes is profound. It’s staggering. It will bring you to your knees. It did …
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I'm going to do this. God help me, I'm going to make a political post on my non political blog. And I may regret doing this tomorrow, because I already know it's going to prickle at the skin of many people that I know. But whatever, Neimöller has long taught me otherwise. That, and, the …
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I went to Georgia last January. I had read a book and become inspired and flown away to a land of history and richness and cultural pride. My God it was a beautiful place to be. Before leaving Atlanta for Savannah, I went to the MLK museum. I saw the sad little row of houses …
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There’s a lot of beauty in the world. I forget that. A lot. As in pretty much every damned day. And there’s a lot of love in the kindness of strangers. I think that’s something worth celebrating. Everywhere I’ve travelled, I’ve met people with whom I’ve exchanged a piece of myself. It’s a little tradeoff, …
On April 29th, 1992, a Ventura County judge acquitted four LAPD officers of beating Rodney King. Reasonable force. More than 50 swings of a baton (a baton is made from wood, plastic, rubber, or metal; they function well in regards to breaking windows to rescue victims in driving cars or blazing buildings--imagine that force). Batons …
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So I'm starting a new project. I am so very tired of all the negativity of this world--of the politically charged anger and hatred being preached from varying outlets. I have decided to do something about it. This blog is all about love. It is all about connectivity; about travelling far beyond the scope of …
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