how i interact with the world
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Fall is my favorite season. I love the crisp coolness in the air that seems to wash away the vestiges of summer heat. I love the return of food you can cook in a oven, the warming spices that perfume a home. Even the cinnamon brooms at the grocery store
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What does it mean to belong in a place? I’ve lived (for at least a few months) in nine communities across six states and two countries. No matter where I go, I seek connections between myself and the people who live there. I may identify with certain aspects of
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I celebrated my birthday this week with friends old and new, virtual and in-person. I have known most of my closest friends for at least a decade, and some many more than that. Other people I’ve known for just a few years. I’ve been thinking back on how
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Earlier this week, the pacific northwest experienced record high temperatures. Antarctica recorded similar extreme temperatures over the same few days. California is in a super drought. Nearly every corner of the world is already feeling the effects of the ongoing climate crisis. In an ideal world, this is when everyone
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One day I received an email from a colleague of mine. Someone from the community had reached out to her in search of food. He was living alone, disabled, unable to travel for food or stand in a line. A local church delivered groceries to the apartment where he lived.
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the disappearing pool One of my earliest memories is using the pool in my neighborhood park when I was three or four years old. I don’t remember much about the experience itself. When my mom tells the story she says I was so cold my lips were blue. What
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Around the time I started this website back in 2019, I listened to a podcast by one of my role models, Vu Le. Vu’s blog Nonprofit AF has helped me throughout my career. On this podcast, he gave a piece of advice to up-and-coming bloggers that boils down to
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memoirs, memory, and millennia
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camping I don’t remember the first time I went camping. I was a baby. I don’t remember the experience but I remember the photos with a vivid intensity. My family ate well on these trips. When my dad was a boy scout, he remembers grilling a steak on
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Even before the pandemic, television has always been my favorite form of visual media. I worked three jobs through college and was well known for falling asleep during movies. I enjoyed the theater and acted in a few small plays. I had a favorite improv troupe (it was the early
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Jeffrey Gibson’s exhibition Like a Hammer was on display at the Seattle Art Museum in the spring of 2019. It’s one of the rare exhibits I’ve gone to see more than once. Another exhibit with repeat viewings was Gordon Parks’ Segregation Story at the High Museum. The
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In an earlier post, I shared a resource I use by Tema Okun. People suspicious of phrases like “white supremacist culture” will dismiss it immediately. But even for someone who believes we live in an anti-Black racist society, I struggle with it sometimes. “Really??” I ask myself. “Being on time
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