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Call Me Ms. Coach
Washington D.C.’s Calvin Coolidge High School needed a new varsity head football coach. From a pool of 15 well-qualified applicants, the school selected a confident leader with five years of professional football experience as a wide receiver and kick returner. The new coach is known as a no-nonsense teacher at Coolidge and had previously been…
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Before I Forget…
“Your hair looks very nice today.” “Thank you, Grandma. How was your day? Grandpa said you two went to church this morning. How was the sermon?” “…Oh, I can’t remember, but it was nice. I like your hair. Have I told you that already?” “Yes, Grandma, you did.” “Oh…sorry.” “It’s okay.” My grandparents raised me…
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Searching for the Black Carrie
I know she exists. I know she lives uptown like Carrie and has a life insurance policy’s worth of Manolo’s in her closet. I know she vacations in the Hamptons or maybe Sag Harbor. And I know she has brown-skinned friends who live the same way. This weekend I went to see Michael Patrick King’s…
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That's Why I'm a Linebacker
I hate her. I’ve never seen her before, and don’t know her, but I don’t need to. I see what she looks like. I see what she’s wearing. I see who she’s with. That tells me everything I need to know. She can’t be trusted—her kind never can—and all she wants is to push her…