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Depression: At Eternity’s Gate

By Christina Stopka-Rinnert I wonder at the stigma attached to mental-health issues. Why can’t you admit that you have depression, anxiety, or bipolar disorder? Why hide those diseases when folks who suffer from heart di...
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Detours on the Road to Happiness

By Charles K. Poole I am intrigued by people. What we do, how we think, what we hide. The ways that we express ourselves. How we create social hierarchies and choose to love or hate. I’m always observing behaviors,...
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I Found My Father

By Kevin Powell FINDING MY FATHER THIS WEEKEND…I cannot tell you how much I appreciated the social media posts, texts, and emails of support when I mentioned the other day I was driving from New York City to South ...
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Homelessness

By Chrissie Simonds So many people misconceive the true nature of homelessness. A lot of people assume a homeless person is a bum living on the street, sleeping on a park bench or living underneath a bridge. People assum...
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The Breeze and I

By Kalamu ya Salaam Last Thursday I drove out of town to Luling, Louisiana, only thirty or so miles upriver from New Orleans, on the west bank of the Mississippi River. I was there to see a neurologist, Dr. Hightower, &h...
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Outrunning Diabetes

By Stephen Jackson November is National Diabetes Month and it means a lot to me. I took medication to control my high blood pressure and my high cholesterol. When I was diagnosed with diabetes in 2009 I refused to take &...
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Staying Connected by Logging Off

By Christina Stopka-Rinnert I have a confession to make. I’m addicted: not to drugs or alcohol or even sex, but to social media. I may need a twelve-step program. My name is Chris, and I’m addicted to Facebook. It starte...
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In the Face of Fear, Dare to Be Powerful

By Tamara Y. Jeffries We call it a “yink.” My sister thought of the term years ago to describe that glitchy little twinge that rustles around in the pit of your belly when you’re afraid or anxious. Sometimes it’s attache...