Month: August 2016
1: You don’t get Fitbit steps by wearing walking shoes.
2: The heat index is real.
3: Toilet paper doesn’t buy itself.
4: The dog likes me best when I’m giving her a treat.
5: When I say “I don’t want to do anything today,” I mean, “I only want to do what I want to do today.”
6: I spend most days not doing what I want.
7: Doing what I want is...
The Unvarnished Truth
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I was in the eighth grade. We had recently moved to North Carolina where we met our new Van Hecke family. One branch of the family lived in Charlotte, the same city we did. That was Daddy’s younger brother Merwin, his wife Faye, and the kids, Kelley, Michael, and Charlie. My sister and I had played in their yard; they’d visited our...
Entertaining Angels Unawares
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Like a water bug on a lake, he zipped past me, twirling around the display case, flailing his skinny arms, talking to himself, entertaining himself at the T-Mobile store. He was my favorite kind of child. A frenetic, voluble young boy of five or six, the type of child who might puzzle his classmates and drive his parents to distraction.
A child...
What the Hell, Dentists?
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For all of my adult life, I’ve been flossing. Okay, okay. Not when I was in college–who needs to floss when the only thing going in your mouth is cold beer? And not when I was a young lawyer. Man, I was too busy trying to make partner to floss. And not when I was newly divorced—I gave up all reputable pursuits during that period of my life and...
How to Fail at the Race Talk
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I failed at the conference for racial justice this weekend.
I gave racially tinged advice to a perfectly innocent question that had no race element to it.
I mistook one African-American woman with glasses and short hair for a different African-American woman with glasses and short hair, because all African-Americans look alike to us white folks.
Multiple...