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I’m a Father. Indoors, mostly, domesticated if you will

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My fatherhood experience is both grueling and beautiful. It’s both a learning and teaching experience. It’s pain and love. My deepest fears and insecurities arise as I look at our vulnerability in what can be an ugly society at times. This isn’t 1950 Mississippi, but we are a family of color in New Hampshire. Although Manchester is pretty diverse, I would still feel out of place venturing into territories that may have hostility towards us

Understanding Juneteenth: A Perspective from an African-born American

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My family and I fled the Democratic Republic of Congo in 1998 when I was 8 years old. The country was in the midst of a civil war and there was widespread violence. My father was assassinated and my mother, fearing for her life, escaped with nothing but her four sons. We lived in a refugee camp in the country of Benin, in West Africa, for the next two years. Benin also happens to have been a major hub in the transatlantic slave trade. For many Africans, their last sight of Africa was the Benin shore from the confines of a slave ship. My own journey to America was a miracle. It was a second chance at life for my family. 

Much ink has already been spilled about HB 544, the so-called ‘divisive concepts’ bill – here’s some more

read more…: Much ink has already been spilled about HB 544, the so-called ‘divisive concepts’ bill – here’s some more

As a longtime public school English teacher, I have a vested interest in whether this bill becomes a law.  As someone trained in the law, I have profound reservations about its constitutionality.  And as an active citizen in my community, I fear the bill will be used for nefarious partisan purposes that will have a significant chilling effect on the open exchange of ideas that is so critical to cultivating the next generation of active citizens, an outcome that I suspect is actually an objective of the bill’s sponsors.  

Organizing for change: Let’s make our neighborhoods safer for now, and for the next generation

read more…: Organizing for change: Let’s make our neighborhoods safer for now, and for the next generation

The fact that low-income and minority people are concentrated into environmentally burdened communities shouldn’t be a surprise. Decades of federal, state, and local policies like neighborhood redlining and transportation disinvestment, combined with a lack of interest to act from those in power, have led us to where we are today. But just because that is the way things worked in the past does not mean it has to be our future.

The Bucket: From My Perspective

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Of the approximately 20 residents of the Bucket, we helped about 16 of them move somewhere else in the woods, three of them still have no idea where they’re going, and one of them took a shelter bed with special conditions. If the city’s goal was to move these residents into a shelter, and only 5 percent of them did so, I’d say the city failed. If the city’s goal was to make the lives harder for 19 residents, I’d say they succeeded. As a consequentialist, the city’s intent doesn’t matter to me, only the results, which was more pain and suffering. 

A peripheral creature: Mindfulness, the broken cat and unconditional love

read more…: A peripheral creature: Mindfulness, the broken cat and unconditional love

How were we to know that Jade would become our true test of mindfulness, a workshop in patience and an example of the self as a wholly contained entity existing outside the reciprocity of connection. In other words, loving Jade, for my daughter, has become unrequited, and we’ve all had to learn to live with that.

The public good that is public education is being imperiled in New Hampshire

read more…: The public good that is public education is being imperiled in New Hampshire

Public K-12 schools play a critical role in providing that opportunity by delivering on the very American promise of an education for all — no matter how much money your parents have, or where you live, or the color of your skin or if you get around on your feet or in a wheelchair.  But the public good that is public education is being imperiled in New Hampshire in ways that put children’s education and the well-being of our communities and our economy at risk.

Gen X and the DIY aesthetic

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I published The Brown Bottle out of a small second-floor apartment in Concord where I lived after moving back to the East Coast from Las Vegas[3]. The zine was a labor of love. I took submissions from writers all over the world and published what I subjectively considered the best work I received in a bi-annual saddle-stitched journal that I laid out on a desktop publishing program and had it printed by a small shop down the road from my apartment.

Who will rescue the children? State cuts put NH kids in peril

read more…: Who will rescue the children? State cuts put NH kids in peril

How could New Hampshire consider eliminating CPSW positions just as we have finally come near to rebuilding the child protection system after it was devasted from cuts in the 2009-2011 state budget?  Those cuts led to children being unprotected in our state, caseloads of some 90 cases per CPSW, and the death of scores of NH’s children. 

As COVID-19 recovery begins, Granite State needs tariff relief

read more…: As COVID-19 recovery begins, Granite State needs tariff relief

More than three years ago, the Trump administration launched a bevy of tariffs on a broad range of imports from China and other U.S. trading partners, claiming that the new trade war would provide a manufacturing boost to states like New Hampshire. While there is a need for our policymakers to hold China accountable, this is not the way to do it.

Manchester is booming and will not be overrun by mayhem. Not this time around. 

read more…: Manchester is booming and will not be overrun by mayhem. Not this time around. 

I sniffed at something foul in the air from inside the bar.  A simmering rage was building down the street. My ears pricked up, my nose reached like an ant-eater, my eyes turned to magnets.  There was a nervous energy soaking the foundation from the Pint to Penuches.  Trouble was brewing close.  I could smell it.

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