I LOOKED at my 10-year-old son about a week ago and something around his mouth looked almost . . . dirty. “What have you been eating?” I asked, figuring that the shadow on his upper lip was the remnants of a meal. “Nothing,” he said. “Then what’s that on your face?” He shrugged. I moved…

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I TOOK MY family to see “Selma,” the Golden Globe-nominated film that portrays the bloody battle for the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965. I took them, not because of the film’s historical lessons or cinematic splendor. I did so because my children must see their story on screens large enough to hold…

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ANYONE who knows me knows how hard I work. In fact, people often joke that I’m Jamaican – slang for someone who works hard at several jobs. Since my grandfather was from St. Croix, in the U.S. Virgin Islands, the Jamaican thing is not far off the mark. That’s why I usually just smile and…

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THE WISEST man I know is not a man at all. He’s a 9-year-old boy named Solomon, and he happens to be my son. Until the other day, I thought he was just a regular boy. His room was dirty. His clothes were dirty. And if we hadn’t imposed our will on him to spare…

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