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I am a Latino.Like each of you, I have studied self. I have wanted to know: Who am I? What is the purpose of my life?In my particular case, as I…
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I was laying in bed when something freaky happened that gave new meaning to “Radiohead.” Three years ago, after having my brain radiated twelve times to…
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It was just before midnight on the second day of Ranger School. I was crawling, nose-deep, through a slurry of red Georgia clay beneath a low-hanging web…
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“She isn’t going to last much longer.” “Jackie, call me back. I heard Nikki died last night.” “Do you think now is the time to let him go?”In about three…
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I got drunk for the first time at 14. I was at my oldest brother’s wedding reception. Nothing in our childhood or home life suggested I’d be susceptible…
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Wisps of smoke from smoldering South Dakota sage washed over my body and individually enveloped more than a dozen recovering alcoholics and drug addicts…
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My story begins, as all good stories should, on the White House lawn – the Fourth of July in 2004. As you can imagine, it’s a pretty impressive,…
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Kevin Kling is a master storyteller and down-home philosopher from the Land of 10,000 Lakes. He takes on a serious tone quickly cracked by humor, and…
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Sometimes, when people hear my accent, they’ll ask where I’m from. It’s not an easy answer. The place I call home is East Jerusalem. I hold a travel…