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The existential void of the 3-year-old boy (or a trip down memory lane under the vast indifference of heaven)

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In short, these first memories tend to be snippets, little pieces of pre-story that have randomly stuck to the brain like sawdust to sneakers. Once folks have answered my question and returned from their fugue states, they often ask me about my first memory. Here’s what I tell them.

Downright Funky: Currier Museum’s Side Door Music Series, like a speakeasy with cool paintings on the wall

read more…: Downright Funky: Currier Museum’s Side Door Music Series, like a speakeasy with cool paintings on the wall

Killer Heels exhibitions, Moulin Rouge shows, and now, come Friday night, a couple really fantastic national performers named Will Porter and Carmen Nickerson will take to the stage of the 185 seat music hall inside the museum.

How homophobia keeps men and women inside their gender and robs us of our freedom

read more…: How homophobia keeps men and women inside their gender and robs us of our freedom

I believe that our world will be that much greater when we are allowed to act how we authentically feel, based on our decisions about what is right for us in our current context. Conversations about the decoupling of sex and gender, and of gender and sexual orientation, are a big part of how we can move closer to that better world.

The simple math of drugs, and figuring out how to exit your escape vehicle

read more…: The simple math of drugs, and figuring out how to exit your escape vehicle

Whenever I put any substance into my body, it was always simply a Keith Escape Vehicle (KEV).  Because I am who I am (and that’s all who I am), I can turn a lot of different things into KEVs – spending, sex, travel, work.  For today, for this minute at least, I’m trying to relax into being Keith instead of grabbing the keys and jumping into a KEV.

There’s truth in most perspectives: Toward greater understanding and empathy

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When I was growing up, after my father lost his job, our family entered a world of poverty. Behind closed doors, hushed conversations about “how we’re going to pay the bills,” and “what are we going to do about the car?” and “did you hear that Ed’s getting evicted?” happened frequently. My brother and I would be sitting on the couch, where I pretended to watch cartoons, but instead strained my ears to try to know what was going to happen to us.

You Can’t Wring Your Hands with a Fist in the Air

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This was the tragedy, the kind of horror that usually leads to interviews with mothers and sisters of the victims, candlelit vigils and hand-wringing exclamations. Like a well-choreographed kabuki performance, the victims are remembered as saints, the families are cherished for the stiff upper lips and the incident slowly moves into the past like a sailboat disappearing into the fog.

I heard the news today: HOPE stays vigilant fighting the good fight, despite lack of funding

read more…: I heard the news today: HOPE stays vigilant fighting the good fight, despite lack of funding

 
Never mind we are in the biggest health epidemic since the AIDS crisis, and have lost more people to addiction than to the Vietnam War. For the moment, we will just overlook that fact and take the lead from those who had no comment or solution to offer following HOPE’s announcement. What we heard was nothing but “crickets” from our political leaders on this matter. That is eye-opening to some, and validates what many of us in the recovery trenches have been saying for too long.

Is the conflict in the Congo too complex for Americans to care about – even though they’re connected to it?

read more…: Is the conflict in the Congo too complex for Americans to care about – even though they’re connected to it?

As Americans, we are tied to this conflict, to this atrocity. Companies you buy your electronics from depend on the raw materials extracted from the mines of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It is time to rise up and advocate for the lives of those who are caught in this destructive cycle which has been going on for the last 25 years.

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