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(Bruce Willis in Die Hard voice). Come out to the Northeast. It will be fun. We'll have a few laughs.

The otter showing off the pipe is the child-free cool aunt otter.

Like I said. Fall, Winter, and August.

People think I’m joking but turkeys run the streets like gangsters. Last year, they broke a mailman’s hip!

Happy Valentine's Day and all dat.

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IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT REALLY INTO POLITICS by Hanif Abdurragib violence begets more / violence / or so l've been told / but all of this country's skyscrapers / are still standing / despite the blood / that builds a boat underneath the tongue / after speaking its name / violence begets / more photo opportunities / at the feet of a burning / temple / I show up to the resistance / and someone hands me a rose / the color of surrender / violence begets thirst / a new thing in need / of clean water / once / towards the black / and spotted sky / I raised a fist / inside of a glove / sewn in a country / torn apart by our bombs / I purchased the gloves in a store / after midnight / from a cashier who wore a picture / of her daughter on her chest / and looked as though she might have been crying / before I arrived / violence begets a hunger for warmth / at all costs / I sit in a running car / and count all of the things / yet to be swallowed / by the horned ghosts of empire / If you make your own prison / you can find your own map / to freedom / the smoke from all our engines / is beckoning the sun / close / the oceans are rising / to the height of a child / sitting on a mother's shoulders / pointing to the horizon with a single / trembling / finger

My students know Hanif Abdurraqib. They refer to him as “our man Hanif” and “Uncle Hanif.” On Super Bowl Sunday, “IT’S JUST THAT I’M NOT REALLY INTO POLITICS” is THE poem to remind us that every single thing is political, especially when it’s uncomfortable.

28 poems for #BlackHistoryMonth day 8

Ain't it great?!

Not sure what you've tried, but I am a fan of these:

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Fall, Winter, and August.

I spent the most formative years of my political life reading headlines like this seemingly every week.

The three seasons of New England are Fall, Winter, and August. The roads will be driveable by Monday evening.

It’s Go Time.

It's downright disrespectful!

One year down, three to go.

Have we heard from the "All Lives Matter" people yet?

Wondered if I missed it.

Beware Quitter's Day, Beloved.

Prince

New Year Resolutioners. First three weeks of January before things thin out, no pun intended.

Just stumbled upon this show too. It's really good!

This is a BIG deal! Well done. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Fast-moving snow storm. They've occurred as late as late April here in MA.

And for anyone who is wondering, I use the Future Fitness app for workouts. A++

When conversations come up about self-care, exercise is usually the first thing I say when I share. While I understand the importance of rest and recovery (sort of), movement just helps me feel like I have both feet on the ground. Here's a slice of what that looks like statistically for me.