THIS WEEKEND we went to a bat mitzvah. For many black families, this peek into Jewish tradition is culture shock. For the Joneses? It’s old hat. We’ve been to so many bat mitzvahs that LaVeta is starting to hum along to the tunes. Little Solomon has started checking out the young men’s yarmulkes. And Eve?…

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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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FOR THE LAST month, I’ve been hosting a morning radio show. That means I get up so early that the moon doubles over with laughter while watching me grope for my keys. It’s not easy for a guy like me to get up that early, because normally I’m a night owl, and in addition to…

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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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