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throw back thursday

  You might think, looking at this photo, I was not happy with the outfit. That would be untrue.  I have been big on hats and bags since birth. I was however really annoyed at the camera operator who wanted me to put down the stuffed cat creature toy. Yeah.  That wasn’t going to happen. […]

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teachers

  I had — A wonderful teacher in the third grade: Mrs. Ishizu. I could tell you why. Perhaps it is more telling I remember a third grade teacher by name.  

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cassandra

  When I was a kid — The news was on the TV and I went into one of my Kid Max moments of just knowing and said, Those people are really dangerous. My mother said, Don’t be silly, that is the lunatic fringe, no one will ever overturn Roe vs. Wade.   where the […]

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the coffee gods hate me : part i

  I cannot make coffee. Maybe that is misleading. I can “make” coffee. But, no one can drink it. I tried for years too, to make coffee. Till the day I told a friend coming over, Oh cool I will try a new coffee thing. She said, Max, if you make me try to drink […]

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the places i come from : part iii

  Most of my childhood — Has burned or shaken away. Forget mudslides. Which everyone pretends is an aberration, not a regular thing.   I remember kids taking pieces –– small pieces because it was rubble — of the roof away from a grammar school I attended. The whole administration building went down during a […]

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haiti

  When I was in Haiti, I watched American tourists throw nickels off cliffs to watch five year olds dive for them. They were dangerous cliffs. They were dangerous dives. We are talking the ocean, cliffs, mad waves smacking cliffs, fifteen and twenty foot dives, rocks all the fuck over, and five year olds. For […]

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