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My Identity Journey: What’s in a Name?

  I’ve heard the story of the way my parents met and fell in love a number of times, and have yet to tire of it. Picking up new details each time that I previously missed likely because, well, I was a bratty teenager the first couple of times I heard the tale and likely only half-listened,  ...

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Sometimes We Call That Poetry.

  I walked home everyday for most of a year, under sunsets that taught Mucha his color and inspired Smetana’s symphonies. I’ve watched ballet at the Bolshoi and known Red Square — with and without her snows. I’ve touched the burning bush and walked on The Great Pyramid. I’ve been  ...

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