Do I need my politicians to give me the feels?

I’m watching the U.S. election from overseas.  I don’t feel the full brunt of the campaigns, but I have been feeling about them, with them, and for them more than I’d like.  This might be aided by the many Facebook posts from friends who are also...

Confessions of the Brow

My mom took me for my first eyebrow wax when I was fourteen.  The technician told me that if I started plucking now (1992), in ten years, they wouldn’t grow back.  I plucked twice a day for years.  I checked again in 2002.  They were still growing back. My mom...

Seven Seven, Ten Years Later

I’ve been thinking all day about what to say, feeling that there is so much to say, about the events of July 7, 2005.  I walked from Borough Market to Charing Cross today, simply to soak in London and in support of #walktogether, an initiative marking the...

On being visible…and a Liebster Award

I remember being a boy, sitting on the side of a hallway with my mother.  This was in apartheid South Africa.  A white priest walked by my mother and doffed his cap to my mother.  Imagine that! Desmond Tutu, Oxford, April 2015 Last week, I was fortunate to spend two...

Silencing myself: the pursuit of a Ph.D.

In 2007, I went on a month-long Rotary Fellowship to Saitama, Japan.  It was an opportunity to blend my previous experience of Japan with my new found love of philanthropy.  My focus during that month was on how philanthropy appears in Japanese society.  It was the...

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