Posts tagged with: Mom

I walked nervously through the parking lot. My legs felt as wobbly as freshly cooked pasta and my heart pounded in my chest like a bass drum -- it almost drowned out the clacking sound my cleats made on the decaying...
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This is a poem I wrote one evening as I sat in the corner of a room observing the activity and reflecting on my time here in Germany. It’s a beautiful country, but what I notice is often sad. A...
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Back home in America, I always seemed to be the outcast. In many groups, I've been the only black guy. I make some people uncomfortable because I don’t know how to “stay in my place”....
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The month of July is coming to an end and I’ve literally had just a handful of summer days. Saturday, I spoke with my mom back in San Diego. While it was evening here in Germany, it was mid-morning there....
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