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Embracing athleticism
I’ve become a runner. I am embracing that identity. Two years ago, I hated running. I did it occasionally, but never ran further than 2 miles, and disliked every pounding step. For reasons that I can’t really identify, I started running regularly and farther about a year and a half ago. Once I got past…
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Code-switching…
My boys are with me for three weeks, in Baltimore. And, I enrolled them in Tennis Camp, at Druid Hill Park, right near my apartment. Last week was their first week there. They have three days to go…before we drive down to Harrisonburg, VA for our annual 4 days of immersion in Ethiopian culture, thanks…
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Changing zip codes…
I moved from the suburbs of Rockville to the upscale urban neighborhood of Federal Hill (Baltimore) a little over a year ago, on April Fool’s Day of 2016, and then, one year later, I moved again to a quieter and less pretentious address in Reservoir Hill in Baltimore. The reactions to my various residential addresses…
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Refugees and immigrants
During my run this morning, I listened to Reveal – The Smuggler. It was a fascinating story about a french reporter, Raphael Krafft, who gave assistance to two Sudanese refugees and helped them cross into France. The story is harrowing, and at times heartbreaking, and, as often happens to me when I’m hearing stories of people…
