Restlessness pulses through my veins like an unwelcome narcotic, and I’ve been on this drug for so long that I’m not sure if I could live without it. In fact, it was passed to me through fetal capillaries, connected to a placental artery, which branched into a tree with a trunk extending deep into Persian … Continue reading The Restlessness in my Veins
Source. I was inspired to share this story after learning about Patrick Hutchinson's courage. He was quoted saying, "Just because somebody's up to no good, doesn't mean you have to kill them." Absolutely. I vaguely remember this, but I think I got the basic story right. It was sometime in Junior High. Maybe grade seven. … Continue reading My Friend, the Short-Lived White Supremacist
At the risk of seeming reductionistic, I think there’s this common pattern of thinking that drives prejudice, bigotry, and racism. I find that it requires one to arbitrarily associate a handful of mostly unrelated characteristics, and then to use this hodgepodge to assign value, to impose judgement, or to make assumptions about the character/capacity of … Continue reading Division in the Guise of Inclusion?
Note: The real names of the individuals in this story have not been used in order to protect their identities. I wasn’t old enough to get a real job, but a sixth grader named Lance chucked the newspapers around Lewis Drive and graciously offered me his flyer route. I got twenty-five cents a flyer, which … Continue reading That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.
Dear Navvab and Nolan (my children), When I was around your age, I had this total obsession with space. This is me...probably not thinking about space, but man I had nice hair. Star Trek, the Next Generation was my escape from reality. A reality where no matter how much I tried to blend in, my … Continue reading Dear Kids, Houston has a [BIG] Problem.