But, Black People Can’t Be Swiss!

But they can, and they are

6 Ways to Gain Your First 1,000 Medium Followers (Besides Writing More Frequently)

Finding Myself: The First 10 Months on Medium, 40 Years in Journalism

Every writer on Medium, from…

Aging White Boy Spends National Black History Month Pondering His Lifetime of Race Relations

What’s Your Guilty Pleasure?

Go ahead, indulge a little . . . I said, a little

It’s Groundhog Day Everywhere — So Why Is Time Going So Fast?

We can experience time as fast or slow…

SCIENCE

Do You Use Your 3 Brains Effectively? Let’s Unleash Our Wisdom!

Editor’s Picks— Top 10: How To Make Your Story Full of Suspense

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The Perpetual Pandemic

An Infection of the Mind

When end-of-life care magnifies the pain

Buffalo News Article

The Reversal of Roles

“No matter how far we come, our parents are always in us.” Brad Meltzer.

Lost Memories and Disconnected Films

Glimpsing the past through someone else’s eyes

Is waking up early without feeling tired possible?

Is waking up early without feeling tired possible…

Three Things To Do When You Can’t Sleep

Meditation, exercise, and deep breathing can help anyone

Five Ways To Invest In Your Own Growth

Easy ways to feel better, be better, and live better.

Erosion

A Poem

This shape that is not a shape, has no colour or scent, just a sitting open thing, a vulnerable thing, like…

Are Your Ready To Get Your Freedom Back?

It’s time to prepare to be vaccinated

An Empty Page of Glory

Erased and Invisible

Just You

A poem about feeling different.

Not a weed, I never was,
although grown from the same city sidewalks.