Muslims Didn’t Invent Terrorism

I proudly share with you that my little poem “Muslims Didn’t Invent Terrorism” just made it to Hipmamazine.com. Please stop by to read. Thanks for your support. http://hipmamazine.com/lisbeth-coiman-muslims-didnt-invent-terrorism/ HipMama Magazine is an Alternative Parenting Magazine edited by Ariel Gore.

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Dignity and Hope for Venezuela

It started with incendiary rhetoric, with a change of patriotic symbols, with arming the masses to defend the revolution, with the dogmatization of education … It became a full blown dictatorship with the censorship of media, the imprisonment of opposition leaders, and the torture and killing of thousands of young…

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Terrorism, Our Collective Fear

What we can do collectively is to live in awareness of the danger that exists. We should also be grateful that we live in a country of abundance able to extend a helping hand to those in need, where we can practice any religion or no religion, express our disagreement…

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Poem by Diego Fernandez

Diego is a thirteen-year old young man who leaves in Owasso, OK with his mother and brother. I am proud to be a friend of this beautiful and hardworking family. A few days ago, Karla Aguirre, Diego’s mother, posted the poem on her Facebook and expressed both her pride and…

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The Cost of Getting a PhD, by Jennifer Walker

Let me share with you this essay by Jennifer Walker, originally published in Quartz, about Mental Health issues in academia. Honest reflection on the psychological cost of pursuing a PhD. There’s an awful cost to getting a PhD that no one talks about

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FlatRate Moving People’s Lives

Thanks FlatRate Moving for your expedite, efficient and caring service. May all your workers be as helpful as Kike and Raul’s crew. May all your clients be nice to you.

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The Sound of Home

The life we built together will eventually dissipate like the purple bloom of the Jacaranda tree in late June, with a mess at the feet that reminds us of what once was and no longer is. But I will always carry with me the sound of his heartbeat against my…

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