From the series: Life on Dog Hill As a former inclusion and diversity practitioner for a global company, I can tell you that I dreaded the end of the year. In the US, the company adorned its offices with Christmas trees, Menorahs and Kwanza candles. Every year I would...
When I was nine years old, an elderly relative committed suicide on Christmas day. Even though I didn’t know her very well, I wondered what words could have made her believe that life was worth living. I also thought about the pain that her immediate family must...
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