The Roaring Twenties

The Roaring Twenties

*Art by Jennylynd James It is the final week of this decade.I have been thinking about what it was like, 100 years ago, at the turn of such a decade.Hats.Swooshing dresses. Dancing.THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE.Women were allowed to vote for the first time.But not black...

Zebras.

This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences – tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in...

Him

He grew up under the last remnants of Communism – red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who...

A Friend is One.

I sat across the table from her. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and yet, the air was heavy. She was not her usual upbeat self, in fact, the deep grief was palpable. She had called me asking if I could meet last minute. I knew, from previous conversations, that this...

The Beauty of the Inhale

There are moments. Moments like this – in the midst of the chaos external and internal where there is Pause. It catches you off-guard. You literally stop in your tracks. Silence. The moment is so pronounced that you are acutely aware of your Inhale....

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