<![CDATA[(Editor’s Note: This post began as an addendum to something I wrote in April about life in Portland as a black person. For more context, or if you’re not intimidated by a 3,000-word post, check it out.)       My social media feed has been blown up with old school nostalgia. I’m seeing a ton of…

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<![CDATA[Imagine if your car was a clunker, (back in the day, we would've called it a "hooptie") but it was the only car you've ever known.  Both your parents drove that car, practically raised you in that car, before passing it onto you. You drive it all through high school and college, doing your best to…

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