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Apr.03.2013
I was on the tarmac in Las Vegas, gazing from my window seat at the dusty prospect below. Ten yards away, three robust men in fluorescent pink-and-green vests and orange jumpsuits crouched in the shade made by the roof of an empty luggage-wagon, resting between loads.
The youngest jumped up...
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Nov.30.2012
If you love yourself, free yourself. Release yourself.
I think of all the ways that I'm held back by the past. Teachers' comments. Parents, sisters, coaches. Bosses, co-workers, girlfriends -- or girls that I courted as potential girlfriends.
Seventh grade. I remember...
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Dec.28.2011
Perhaps this is an obvious question to some, but do you believe that your attitude affects the attainment of your purpose in life? Some would argue that if it’s your purpose, it’s going to come-to-pass regardless. So, that would mean that I can sit around and wait on things to happen…basically,...
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Jan.03.2011
She seemed light as a feather. Tiny, in fact. I’d never thought of her as tiny. But, here on the curb of Nashville International Airport, as I embraced her and whispered, “I love you,” my wife was much smaller than I remembered. In the last four months, we hadn’t shared many hugs. Tears, by the...
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Dec.13.2010
I don’t unpack easily.
Bags wait to be opened.
Sometimes it takes hours. Days. Weeks. I don’t know what I have brought back. What had I taken? What have I left behind? I find a piece of paper. A receipt. Faded. I can barely read the store name, the amount, the purchase. A white slip of...
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Sep.01.2010
“Stop hitting it,” I said. “Be nice.”
I was in line at security, watching my royal blue knapsack glide down the conveyor belt. It had already been x-rayed. I was about to collect my bag, and was in the process of collecting its maroon sister bag, marooned in the gray bin, along with my sneakers...
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