Manitou Springs, Colorado is a metaphysical mecca replete with natural mineral springs, eclectic shops, and a diverse population. It also harbors a noticeable homeless community. Wanting to learn more about this, some friends and I decided to spend time with the Manitou Springs homeless. We wanted to gain insight into how they live and interact with those […]
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Despite facing intense adversity in its early stages, the Sydney Mardi Gras festival has become the largest annual event held in Sydney, Australia that celebrates the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual) community. The celebration is an explosion of color, creativity, and, most importantly, acceptance. The party lasts for three weeks and people from around the
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As I walked out to my car, juggling coffee, lunch and books, I sensed something was wrong before I saw it. Flat tire. I briefly considered just trying to air it up and even turned on my air compressor. But I knew better. For some reason that only the universe understands, the passenger side rear
Sometimes, when I’m tooling around town or driving to and from work, I enjoy wondering about the lives of my fellow drivers. Think about it: How many times have you pulled up behind someone at a traffic light and thought, ‘Gee, I wonder what that person is thinking? I wonder what they’re all about? What
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“So tell me about the first time someone called you n****r,” I said. My lunch companion paused and got a far-away look in his eyes. “That’s an interesting question,” he said. Del thought for a while before he answered. He and I have lunch together at least once a week. We frequently discuss political and
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As the nurse wrapped the rubber tube around my arm, she saw my ID badge. “You work at the Center?” she said. She tapped my inner arm to make the veins stand out. “Yes, I do,” I answered. I was grateful for the distraction. I hate getting my blood drawn. “Well God bless you. You