The Armored Coconut

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It’s embarrassing to admit how long it took me to realize I’m a person of color. I wasn’t two, or 12, or even 30 years old. It was more like the month my Obamacare kicked in.

I’ve pondered what it means to be a woman of color for about ten years; wondered how to embody and live with the answers I eventually found for five; and have challenged myself to be a public ally for two years, maybe three. I am now 40.

Looking back at all the years I stayed locked in a bright white box with someone else’s name on it, I feel and have felt incredibly foolish. So naive. Passed out like a brown Sleeping Beauty. Deserving of an international medal for grand self-denial at every level of human development… from the U.N. or whoever, not really sure what else they do. Guess I’ll ask someone at…

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A Conversation With Dan Ariely About What Shapes our Motivations

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“It’s astonishing to me how some ideas endure even when it’s obvious that they are no longer relevant,”Dan Ariely writes in his latest book, Payoff: The Hidden Logic That Shapes Our Motivations. A professor of psychology and behavioral economics at Duke University, Ariely relentlessly examines our assumptions about ourselves—and finds they’re often totally misconstrued. We think, for example, that money is our main motivator in the workplace. But not only are “a sense of connection, meaning, ownership, and long-term thinking” often more effective, it also turns out that monetary bonuses can work against us, undermining our commitment to the work itself. In one study, workers at a semiconductor factory were offered rewards of a pizza voucher, a compliment, money, or nothing on the first day of a workweek. That first day, the voucher and the compliment boosted productivity more than the bonus, but all three motivated people more…

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Fun Indoor Games

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Here are 20 indoor games that will keep kids (and you) happy and active—no TV or video games required.

Puzzles
Exercise those creative, cognitive and problem-solving muscles with a good puzzle. You can use a store-bought variety or have the kids make their own. Have your children draw a picture on a sturdy piece of cardboard or Bristol board. Then use a pencil to outline puzzle pieces directly on their drawing. Cut out the pieces with a good pair of scissors, mix them up and get solving.

Building
You don’t need a fancy building set for this. Popsicle stick cities, card towers, even buildings out of blocks, or forts out of boxes or pillows, will do just fine. If you want to get competitive, whoever builds the highest tower wins

Freeze!
Choose some of your kids’ favourite tunes and turn up the volume. Ask them to dance until the music stops…

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Friday Fictioneers : A sweet, melancholy voice

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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudeberg

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg


‘It’s a lovely instrument.’ The young man handled the cello with practiced ease, running fingers down the neck and shoulder, making the wood vibrate under his touch. ‘Are you sure you want to sell?’

Den sucked on his cigarette, smoke curling from his nostrils. ‘It’s not mine. I don’t play.’

She had made it beautiful, freed its sweet, melancholy voice. Made it sing.

The young man gave him the cash, then slipped away onto the street, absorbed by the city’s hum.

The boy didn’t understand – without her, the thing was just dead wood.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the photo and write a story inspired by it in 100 words or fewer. See here to to join in and read the other stories.

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Three Line Tales : One

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photo by Jace Grandinetti via Unsplash

photo by Jace Grandinetti via Unsplash


He lays the dinner table – one plate, one knife, one fork, a neatly pressed napkin – the pattern of his life.

There were other choices along the way: a woman with hazel eyes and a warm, forgiving smile; a child who could have been plucked from the family photo album, the same unruly hair, the same jutting, stubborn chin.

But he shook them off him like snowflakes from a coat. And now there’s only way to be.

Alone.


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the pic and write a story to match it. See here for the other stories.

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