Our Daily Walk
July 26th, 2010
Written by Jake Singleton in Our Daily Walk with 1 Comment
An Asian, Caucasian, and African-American walk into a Salsa class. Of the three, one is the instructor. Which one?
However, before you guess, here’s a little background about the three dancers.
All three are male, in their mid-20s or early 30s.
The Asian lived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia until he moved to Austin, Texas with his mother and father when he was 14. In high school, he was a swimmer and...
June 22nd, 2010
Written by Anthony Larson in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
Tempus fugit. That’s what the Romans said, and they knew what they were talking about because "time does fly." What they failed to mention was that tempus fugits faster and faster the older you get.
When I was a child, tempus never did fugit. A day seemed to go on forever. Weeks were incomprehensibly long, never mind a month. A year seemed so unfathomable that it could have been a lifetime....
June 15th, 2010
Written by Rita Rizzo in Our Daily Walk with 1 Comment
If you are a person of a certain age, you may remember a time when foster and adopted children were placed in homes of the same ethnic or racial distinction as the child. It was rare to see a family of color providing refuge to a Caucasian child, or vice versa. In 1994, that all changed.
With the passage of the federal Multi-ethnic Placement Act (MEPA), it became illegal for child welfare...
June 3rd, 2010
Written by Randi McCreary in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
Words do not travel at the speed of light. They can be soft, gentle and curiously placed in the ears of listeners. The pen holds no color barrier and the microphone becomes a welcoming refuge for the culturally inclined. When it comes to those common ties, poetry is the proverbial glue that binds each of us despite our race, culture, or ethnicity.
I can recall the first time I read Nikki Giovanni...
April 16th, 2010
Written by Diane Nichols in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
It was not foreign to me. I had heard about it before. However, until I experienced Amish country first hand on a trip to Ohio, I never understood its simple beauties.In the heart of Ashland County, time stands still. The Amish live without electricity or telephones, ride in horse-drawn buggies and wear plain clothes. Despite the perimeter of peaceful greenery, surrounded by modern cities, and...
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