Alonzo King on Identification

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Some say politics – conservatism, liberalism, ism’s of all kinds – is the problem. Others say its religion – too much, or not having enough – is the problem. Most agree that those who disagree, who are different (not just in terms of race, culture, creed, but also ideology) – with me, with you, with […]

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Parkinson’s, Fear and Transforming Both with Dance

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I sat slumped over the steering wheel. “What am I afraid of?” I asked myself. The lump in my throat made it hard to swallow. Not being enough, I sighed. My year had already been filled with so much loss. Now, having to face my dear friend’s decline due to advanced Parkinson’s. It was more […]

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The Power of a Single Encounter

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What if we see one another instead of label What if we listen instead of get annoyed What if we communicate instead of complain What if we wait instead of rush What if we share instead of take What if we encounter Instead of

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Rwandan Genocide Remembered – 22 Years Later

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The following post is from something I wrote in 2012. Though dated, it’s still apropo for reflection today. Eighteen years ago this month, the Hutu genocide against the Tutsis began in Rwanda. In just 3 months nearly 1 million elders, adults, children and infants were brutally slaughtered. Earlier this month leaders gathered at the United […]

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Finding Meaning in Tragedy

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My story starts a bit over two years ago when I reinserted/forced myself (with the support of a dear friend) into my dad’s life. After several decades of failed attempts and disappointing encounters, I had almost given up. This time would be different. After showing up at his doorstep, he let me in. We visited […]

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The Opposite of Going Postal

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A most amazing thing happened at the post office the other day. I was standing in line to mail Christmas packages – a line that weaved through the main office, out the door and around the front of the building – when I heard a young couple arguing about a conversation the man was having on […]

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