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Trayvon Martin and the “C” Word

Trayvon Martin and the “C” Word
I finally had an opportunity to view the 7-Eleven surveillance video of Trayvon Martin that was filmed the night he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman. I had heard about the video and had my own ideas about what I’d see. However, the low-grade footage was nothing like I'd imagined. The first thing that struck me was the infamous, but actually not so infamous hoodie. Upon seeing it, I had to chuckle a bit because I wear a similar hoodie to the gym every morning. And when it’s raining, like it was the night Trayvon was shot, I wear it over my head. The next thing that caught my eye were Trayvon’s sagging pants. I also noticed him pulling them up. Perhaps he was hearing his mother’s voice in that moment saying, “Trayvon, pull your pants up, boy!” A hoodie, sagging pants, am I scared yet? Does this tall, awkward, lanky-looking teen frighten me? Does he appear to be someone who should be followed, someone who could be a threat to the neighborhood? In an attempt to be objective, I forget about the case and just look at what’s on the video. Again, I ask myself ...
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A WORD about PassWORDS

A WORD about PassWORDS
Is it just me, or have we become a password-driven society? I have more passwords than I can remember and all the identity theft experts caution against writing them down. I’m like the woman in the shoe who had so many kids she didn’t know what to do. I have so many passwords I don’t know what to do. I need a password to access a plethora of financial, literary, and social media websites. To manage, I’ve tried to use only a few different passwords for my various accounts, but even then I forget them. This leads to a nerve-racking guessing game that ends with me being locked out. I invariably sit at the computer gaping at the screen, feeling like a dunce. It’s the same feeling you get when you inadvertently close the door while going to retrieve the mail, not realizing that it’s locked, or when you’re in a hurry and you lock your keys in the car. It’s that feeling of being on the outside and wanting in, but dreading the changes you’re going to have to go through to be readmitted into the club. And that leads to major frustration, especially when I’m tryin...
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A.K.A. Tony Soprano

A.K.A. Tony Soprano
When the clock struck five today, I logged off of my computer with a Kool-Aid smile on my face. It was time to close shop and I was thrilled. I love my job, but I equally enjoy spending time at home with my hubby. I bid my coworkers good night while I made my way to the lobby all perky and upbeat. When I turned to say goodnight to the receptionist, I noticed the face of a familiar actor plastered on the wide screen TV that hangs on the lobby wall. It was James Gandolfini. I wondered for a moment what he had done to make the news. My gaze shifted to the caption—James Gandolfini, dead at 51. A wave of sadness washed over me, and I was no longer a happy nine-to-fiver/writer on her way home. I became a dismayed fan and my mood quickly shifted from bubbly to blue. “Wow! Tony Soprano died of a heart attack,” I blurted out to anyone who was within earshot. A couple of assistants, also on their way home, expressed their shock and sadness while we rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Nearing my car, I continued to try to wrap my head around the news that Tony...
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It's a Great Day to be Grateful

It's a Great Day to be Grateful
    “Maybe you’re just like my mother. She’s never satisfied.” If you know anything about Prince, you’ll recognize the aforementioned line from his song “When Doves Cry.” A conversation with a co-worker this morning made me think about this lyric. Prince has a point. Like the mother in “When Doves Cry,” oftentimes we’re never satisfied. I took a moment today to assess my gratitude level. Do I have more ‘tude than gratitude? Do I whine, complain, and roll my eyes at the least of inconveniences? If I get honest with myself, on a gratitude scale of one to ten, I’m probably a five. That number surprised me, because I actually thought I was a very grateful person. But when I reflected on my overall attitude, I’m really just a five and that’s unacceptable. God has truly blessed me and that’s no cliché. It’s real. Twenty years ago, I was living in a one room dive, driving a hooptie, and working for minimum wage. I spent most of my days thinking about myself and what I was gonna wear to the club and who was gonna buy me a drink. I was disconnected from God ...
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Disappearing Dad

Disappearing Dad
  What do " Father Knows Best," "The Brady Bunch," "The Waltons," and "The Cosby Show" have in common, besides being some of the most beloved television shows in America? You guessed it—great dads—the kind of dads a fatherless girl like me longed to have. As I’m sure you know, this Sunday is Father’s Day. It’s a day of celebration for many, and for others, it’s a day that conjures up bittersweet memories, feelings of loss, and abandonment. There’s never been a Father’s Day that I haven’t wondered about my biological father. Why did he leave me? Where has he been all these years? Did he ever try to find me? Is he still alive? While growing up, I thought my stepfather was my bio-dad. When I found out he wasn’t, I was ecstatic, because he was a far cry from my favorite television dads.   My mother told me my father’s name was Aaron Cooper and she said that I was just like him. Unfortunately, she told me ‘I was just like him’ when I did something to get on her nerves. I remember wanting to ask her more questions about my father, but I was afraid. Back i...
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Man Bites Dog

Man Bites Dog
While studying journalism at USC, I learned that every world event or happening isn’t news. My professor at the time taught my fellow Trojans and me that the media will usually only pounce on the unusual—the event that doesn’t happen every day. It’s not out of the ordinary for the postman to be bitten by the neighborhood dog , but I’ve never heard of the postman biting the neighborhood dog . And if that ever did happen, trust me; it would be front page news. This aphorism came to mind when I learned that there was another shooting rampage, and this time in my backyard. Last Friday, in Santa Monica, California, just a few miles from my day job, a lone gunman killed five people and himself. I discovered this story while surfing the internet. The first thing I did was shake my head in disgust and say to myself, Wow, another one, and more lives lost. What is going on? What I didn’t do was turn to my coworker and say, “Girl, there was another shooting!” Nor did I say anything to the receptionist when I made my way to the office break room, in spite of the story be...
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