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Family Stories While I was writing my memoir, Mamaji, I began the task of chronicling old family stories in order to write about my past.

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Taking Risks

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about how my writing is judged. Having agents tell me over and over, “No, thanks—I’m not interested” or “I really like your writing, but this project isn’t what I’m looking for right now;” takes its toll.   In short: I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I’m really not a gifted writer. I’m afraid that my writing is boring or my story is dull. I’m afraid that I have to depart…

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Pictures

What’s in a picture? I’ve been thinking a lot about pictures these days. The physical act of taking a picture has completely changed. And this has changed what our pictures show and tell us about the people captured the moment the shutter clicks. Who’s in that picture? I’m guilty of it—knowing that I can just take another picture, means that I’m going to adjust and repose so that my face looks…

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Pictures

What’s in a picture? I’ve been thinking a lot about pictures these days. The physical act of taking a picture has completely changed. And this has changed what our pictures show and tell us about the people captured the moment the shutter clicks. Who’s in that picture? I’m guilty of it—knowing that I can just take another picture, means that I’m going to adjust and repose so that my face looks…

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Prince

I wasn’t sure enough time would ever pass in order for me to write about the shocking death of Prince. I’m still not quite used to the reality. I’ll never go to another one of his concerts and be amazed by his preforming skills and his art on display in the form of costumes, set and dance. And while I know there is supposedly a vault of his unpublished work, somehow knowing that he is no longer…

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Women's Safety and Transgender Accommodations

While attending nursing school in the mid 80’s, my sister and I were using the ladies room when a transgendered student entered. We were unsure of how to handle the situation, because while it was clear that the student was male dressing as female, the student was also blind. I was reminded of this incident when I attended the Rutgers Undergraduate Research Writing Conference last week. A student…

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