Photo: The author inside a human cage at The Whitney Plantation, the only American plantation restored to honor the memory and plight of enslaved African people. Welcome to the week of waking up. I am watching the stream of Official Statements from various organizations from the back of the room, leaning against the wall with […]
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Name: Dan Hawk Current Job: Dan Hawk Photography, LLC Current Place: Portland, Oregon Hometown: A small town in Southern Oregon called Myrtle Point Age: 45 What I wanted to be when I grew up: A Fighter Pilot College degree: BS in Music from Western Oregon University What do you love about what you do? In
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We don’t know what the new normal holds or when we will get back to it. We don’t know who will emerge with life, health, fortune, dreams and love intact. But the entire planet has never before centered on such a shared pivot of direction. We can be kind to ourselves, just as we must be kind to each other. We can take a breath and take a beat.
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Here we are, through March 2020, where most of us probably feel like February was four years ago instead of four weeks. Our lives have been turned upside down, and let me tell you, this weekend was one of the hardest times of my entire life. I don’t think I’ve experienced sadness or anxiety like
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No matter what anyone says, it’s more fun to be on the winning team. Losing with dignity is a nice idea, but a mirage – even Red Sox fans had to invent The Curse so they could feel like they accomplished something every year they were met with a certain pinstriped team from The Bronx.
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I’m not going to make up statistics, but it seems like most people become parents on accident and then improvise as needed, accepting their new role, as humans do, fairly easily. I think I may have a skewed view of that, and the ‘accidents’ just stick with my memory better, but it does seem that
We all have an urge to create. To put our stamp on the world. To leave a legacy. I learned this from Nick, a friend with whom I’d recently reunited. He had become a priest, serving as a hospital chaplain. Sitting in Madison Square Park, we caught up over coffee from the Mud Truck one
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