MY 13-YEAR-OLD daughter, Eve, has been onstage since before she was born. As the star of so much of my writing over the years, she’s accustomed to being the center of attention. In July 2001, when my very-pregnant wife, LaVeta, traveled with me to New Orleans for a conference, Eve was there. And though we…

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THE LAST FEW WEEKS have been trying times for me as a father. The debate on police brutality has taken the national stage, pitting one side against another in an ideological battle over life, death and the use of force in our communities. We’ve seen unarmed men choked to death. We’ve seen police officers gunned…

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EVE IS TURNING¬†13. That’s scary. Not zombie-movie, brain-eating scary, but scary just the same. Why would I be afraid, you ask? Perhaps those of you without daughters are unaware of this, but there’s nothing in the world more dangerous than a teenage girl. Let’s set aside the fact that when they reach teen status, their…

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THE CRAB GRASS covering my lawn is disappearing. My daughter Eve is shopping for school clothes. The days are getting shorter. My patience is, too. All this can mean only one thing: Summer is finally winding down. That would be fine if I was willing to accept the reality, but I’m not. I still want…

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