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The green text on the black screen, embraced by the monitor that smelled like dust and the future, was a portal to a magic world. I could create, I could navigate. The entire world inside the computer was mine to control and modify as I pleased.
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My several hundred word post about having a stroke didn't go viral. I didn't receive a mountain of condolences or Get Well Soons. The former would have been disturbingly strange. The latter was actually pretty disappointing.
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Something strange had happened. Well, something strange in addition to having a stroke and being in the hospital recovering from it. Social media couldn't have gotten so bad so suddenly. The only thing that had changed since I had last logged on was my brain, but that seemed just so... so simple.
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As someone with a handful of intersections often talked about in diversity trainings, I sometimes feel a bit like I'm undercover when I attend a training related to an axis of my identity that isn't visible or otherwise obvious about myself.
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Let’s talk about workplace culture. We love to talk about building it and how we need it to be good. Sometimes we brag that our companies have a good one, but do we really know what we are doing with it?