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My shadow stretching out very long on a patch of very green lawn

The Big Time

My college classmates group is all abuzz over the Cabinet confirmations of a couple of our alums, and it is triggering me right in the Shoulds, big time. Because that's what it seems like so many of my classmates are: Big Time. Now, it's a huge school, so I'm not ...
/ Personal philosophy
Accurate microscopic image of the novel coronavirus, with birthday candles drawn on top of it

Year 48 in the rearview mirror

Welp, today is my birthday. Looking back, 48 was quite a year by the numbers: Left my office in L.A. on March 11 and never went backVoted twice (I mean the primary and the general, what'd you think I meant?)Beat one big scary bully with my brain and my ability ...
/ Personal philosophy
Black and white historical photo: Martin Luther King Jr. looks through the bars of a Burmingham, Alabama, cell in April 1963.

The best gift you could give me

Martin Luther King Jr. looks through the bars of a Burmingham, Alabama, cell in April 1963. Source: http://photos.state.gov/galleries/usinfo-photo/39/civil_rights_07/9.html Wanna do something nice for me on my birthday this MLK weekend? Give me one minute of your time to really read Dr. King's quote about "white moderates" below. Then give me ...
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Image of a red Make America Great Again hat, with a superimposed big black circle with a bar through it, indicating NO or PROHIBITED

The Further Adventures of MAGA-Hat Neighbor

Season 1 recap: Back before the election, you may recall I posted asking for guidance on whether I had a duty to respond to my very elderly neighbor's habit of parading around wearing a MAGA hat. Y'all were wise and helpful in advising me not to waste time on a ...
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Vintage photo of a 1976 Plymouth Volare station wagon with wood paneling

“There goes the neighborhood”

Reflecting on how this week's nearly unrestrained White supremacist insurrection is landing differently, more heavily and yet more familiarly on my friends and colleagues of color, and a memory flashes back to me: I'm in the back seat of the wood-paneled station wagon with my sister, maybe 10 years old ...
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Photograph of me on my bike, wearing a bike helmet and carrying a small paper printout of a US flag

How it started / How it’s going

It started officially here on April 28, 2016. Trump launched his presidential campaign in CA at the OC Fairgrounds, a mile from my house. We biked over to protest - but my voice is quiet and the crowd was loud, turning violent as the sun went down. There was another ...
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Photo of me at a protest in February 2019, holding a sign that says "This power grab would make me sick, but I have a very strong Constitution"

“You don’t have the votes, you don’t have the votes”

Me at a protest in February 2019 Angry and disgusted. Not so much at Trump himself for blatantly and undeniably attempting to force Georgia Secretary of State Raffensberger to commit election fraud. Trump is nothing, has never been anything but a blustering bag empty of all except hate, selfishness, and ...
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Photo of grocery store shelves loaded with boxes of Franzia wine

It’s been a good apocalypse

In the blur of stretched-out yet strangely compressed dayweekmonths that was 2020, one moment comes back to me now. Early March with the lockdown looming. I had stuffed my cart up and down seemingly every aisle of the grocery store except pet food, ending up in the back corner with ...
Text box with white type on black background. The text says, To my fellow White people in philanthropy: When we say "I worry that racial justice will be just another trend in our sector," what we're really saying is "I don't trust us." And we're right, because we've all broken good resolutions before. That's why we need to shift power. What we need is a New Year's Revolution."

New Year’s Revolution

My friends, especially those of you in philanthropy: as the clock ticks down on this chaotic year, I've been reflecting on whether there's a New Year's Resolution that could help guide me forward into 2021. And I was considering maybe something like, "I will do everything in my power to ...
A very faded vintage-1970s photo of my family - father, sister, mother, and me - all dressed in matching outfits as described in the text.

I’m nightmaring of a White Christmas

My dears, as much as I do sincerely wish you a merry Christmas, today I need to share a holiday memory that is twisting my heart with truth I didn’t see at the time. Forty-four years ago tonight was my very first Christmas, and it was a White Christmas indeed… ...
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Photo of my shadow on a dry patch of grass in my local park

“Here comes the lady”

"Here comes the lady," I hear a voice say. I've just come through the gate into my beloved neighborhood park on my daily morning coffee walk, and the every-Sunday pickup basketball bunch is on the court. We always smile and wave -- yes, smile, because I'm sipping on my travel ...
Photo of a wide tree-lined street in my neighborhood with a puffy-cloud blue sky above

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Thanksgiving reflections on this morning's coffee walk: 27 years ago, I was a very green college grad struggling in my first "real" job at a management consultancy in Silicon Valley. I just didn't fit in with my ladder-climbing, MBA-worshipping peers and it was making me miserable since I hadn't yet ...