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I’ve never been one to predict the future, but the aging process and its impact on my hair has given me a glimpse into divination. It will happen on week two or three of the fall semester. I’ll finish lecturing, and a back-row student will...
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In 1997, I arrived in Davis, a small university town in Northern California. It had cultural activities, good schools, and lots of parks; at the time, it was a fantastic fit for me, a displaced Midwestern boy unaccustomed to the insane frenetic energy of the...
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Eyes are transfixed on the lighted screen, glued to the flashing line that keeps time as reliably as a clock. Blink, blink, goes the cursor against the empty white background. The eyelids never move. Neither do the hands. They hover over the keyboard, motionless. The...
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Davis, California May 23, 2018 by David Weinshilboum Editor’s note: David Weinshilboum has a son who attends Da Vinci Charter Academy High School in Davis. Davis police continue to investigate a Davis high school senior who on Monday evening posted a threatening message on social...
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A couple days ago, a cop pulled me over. It was late at night, and I’d been driving for nine hours straight. Home. That’s all I wanted, and I was going fast, too fast. I was zipping down I-80, descending the Sierra-Nevada mountain range in...
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I’ve always enjoyed mentoring young people. As a college student, I tutored at-risk junior high kids; in graduate school, I served as an editor at the student newspaper, collaborating with teens as they developed their prose; as a professional journalist, I worked as an internship...
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My personal effects have gone missing of late. I’ll prepare for a gym visit and realize my exercise pants have disappeared. I’ll look for my baggy sweatshirt of preference (an ugly gray thing with orange lettering), and it’s nowhere to be found. Recently, my hair...
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I’m a product of disparate influences. I’m the child of a Jewish father and a Chinese mother — the latter a raging atheist — so my cultural and spiritual sensibilites are a pastiche as organized as a Jackson Pollock image. More than once, my backgrounds...
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By David Weinshilboum Fourteen years ago, my son’s life almost ended before it began. The whole birthing process started out harmlessly enough, very much like the scenarios you’d see on those Learning Channel shows. There was a lot more waiting around than tension: wait for...
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