My voter registration card is pinned to the bulletin board above my desk along with sticky notes and magazine cutouts. It occupies one of the most important spaces in my home because it is one of the most important things I own. It reminds me that I have the freedom to use my voice.
And yet, voting feels like choosing between a pile of horse shit and a pile of cow shit. Nevertheless, I end up voting for one of them because I can tolerate a brand of stink a little better than the other. …
As I’m editing my work in progress, Stephen King’s advice to “kill your darlings” comes to mind. This brutal but wise advice reminds me not to get attached to the way I’ve written the story in the first draft but to be open to different approaches.
King also got himself in hot water recently with a tweet about diversity and judging the quality of art. King is a voter for the Academy, and his tweet revealed the inherent bias that’s been nagging the Oscars in recent years. Art is subjective, right? …
When my niece Stella was younger and traveling to her first jiu jitsu tournaments, she had meltdowns matside for a solid year. Just before her matches began, she was hit with panic attacks, full of tears.
My sister Kisa had a hell of a time figuring out was what wrong. She questioned Stella about whether she wanted to compete at all, but Stella insisted that she wanted to compete but didn’t know why she was so upset.
Several years and dozens of tournaments later, Stella and my sister understand that the meltdowns were caused by the pressure that Stella puts…
“There is no social media. Only humans filling it with garbage.” — Gary Vaynerchuk, Founder & CEO of VaynerMedia.
A week before Mark Zuckerberg, Founder and CEO of Facebook testified before the House Financial Services Committee regarding the Libra cryptocurrency, he commented on political ads that spread lies and misinformation on his platform.
It says something about the state of our society when a security guard is checking your purse at a movie theater.
I’d heard rumors about these safety measures leading up to the release of Joker and wondered, what’s the point? Is this really necessary? Is a repeat of the Aurora, CO shooting at a showing of The Dark Knight a real threat? Is that reason enough to be afraid? I didn’t take these fears seriously. This, I thought, is not the world we live in.
But it is.
In August, days after the shootings in Texas and Ohio, a crowd…
My 17-year-old niece, Stella Davison, won Gold at U.S. Judo Nationals earlier this summer, submitting all five of her opponents. This is not an easy feat, considering she suffered a shoulder injury 20 seconds into her last match.
When I talked to her about it later, she said the only thing that kept her from quitting, the thing that kept her going even when she was in pain, was thinking about all the work she put in to get there.
I bear witness to that work: 6 AM workouts (including grueling cardio circuits) before school; measuring her food down to…
I’m doing a carry-out with a coworker, a flat screen TV, no more than 50 inches or so and very light. Because it’s raining outside we can’t set it down on the ground. We both hold one end of it, while we wait for the customer to pull up in her car.
Inside at the customer service desk where I work, middle schoolers sing Christmas carols. My coworker, an older woman, remarks how nice it is that they came. “People used to do that,” she says, “go door-to-door and sing Christmas carols to their neighbors. People opened their doors to…
I have been a terrible Buddhist lately.
By lately I mean since the meditation retreat I attended a year ago. It’s been months since my last interview with my teacher, and as of writing this my home altar is dusty. My practice is like the succulent on my bookshelf. I looked
up one day and noticed that it was turning brown.
Of course, the lesson from this has been hitting me upside the head all along. The very problem is that I’m resisting the problem.
Rather than acknowledge that my practice has faltered, I judge myself harshly for faltering at…
As a high school honor student and English major, my instructors required students to turn in drafts and notes with our term papers as part of our grade.
The purpose, I believe, was to prevent plagiarism. Before the development of anti-plagiarism software, this was a way for instructors to ensure that the paper was original by having documentation of the student’s writing process.
Some of my peers didn’t plagiarize, but they did take shortcuts. They wrote their papers the night before it was due and managed to turn in a stack of drafts and notes.
How they pulled this off…