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Friday, September 25, 2020

What We Are

I can’t reconcile what we are with what we are. We can love with incredible passion and hate with searing intensity. We idolize and brutalize our children and sacrifice...

Coming Home to Homelessness: Too Many Returning Citizens Lack a Home

Many folks who are incarcerated look forward to their release date and life on the outside – from spending time with loved ones to...

Coronavirus:  Let’s Come Together, by Staying Apart

Rarely in life are we encouraged to be selfish – let alone told this selfish deed is actually an altruistic act. But now, with...

Opinion: Fair Elections Makes Council Work for All

As the first citywide candidate ever to qualify for matching funds under D.C.’s Fair Elections Program, I believe that the program represents the missing...

Commentary: Making a Climate Difference on Capitol Hill

Climate change is the greatest challenge facing the world today. The enormity of the challenge can sometimes lead to a feeling of personal helplessness. Solutions are...

God Bless You All

 I wish I could tell you what or why. I’m tired, worn out with thinking… And I just don’t know. That’s the closest I can come to...

The Poetry Of Reality

Art is whatever we choose and make  that's interesting enough to call art. And we are who stand in awe of, and respectfully behold that art; And then,...

Chasing Life

The kingdom of love is hope, Not promises made— words said and heard— But promises imagined and believed. The spirit shrinks because of yesterday, But trembles and soars for tomorrow. Regret is waste of...

Last Leaf

It's winter and all the leaves have fallen… All but this one still hanging all forlorn So high above the graveyard of its peers; Sear and brittle, without the juice of...

Chasing Life

The kingdom of love is hope, Not promises made— words said and heard— But promises imagined and believed. The spirit shrinks because of yesterday, But trembles and soars for tomorrow. Regret is waste of...
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