Poverty of Imagination: Jobs and healthcare vs. Not Donald Trump
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You don’t get out of the trailer park just giving up. It would be years before I’d realize that politics wasn’t for me.
Search Results for Virginia State University
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BackStory explores the Nixon presidency before Watergate
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BackStory, an American history podcast produced by Virginia Humanities, releases “Nixon Beyond Watergate: A History of the Presidency Before the Scandal.”
With Good Reason shares the immigrant experience in latest episode
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With Good Reason, a radio show and podcast produced by Virginia Humanities, releases “New Virginians.”
Federal workers plunge into Potomac for climate action
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A day after President Trump temporarily ended the longest-ever government shutdown, federal workers joined hundreds of regional activists to jump into the Potomac River in the name of climate action.
Poverty of Imagination: Chris Graham for City Council!
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Crystal and I launched Augusta Free Press in 2002, but actually, phrasing it that way makes it sound more planned than it was, which was, not really at all.
Poverty of Imagination: Cashing out at Taco Bell
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People had to know back in the ‘70s and ‘80s that cigarettes weren’t good for you, right?
Chris Graham talks UVA basketball, WWE Royal Rumble on Mark Moses Show
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Chris Graham joins The Mark Moses Show to talk UVA basketball and preview the 2019 WWE Royal Rumble.
Poverty of Imagination: Not failing for lack of trying
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Day of my college graduation, May 22, 1994, a Sunday. Big day for the family. I’m the first in either of my families to graduate from college.
Cooperative Extension associate ignites students’ interest in science, protecting water supplies
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In his book, “The Tipping Point,” Malcolm Gladwell coined the term “connector,” referring to “a handful of people with a truly extraordinary knack [… for] making friends and acquaintances.”
Poverty of Imagination: Divorce impacts last a lifetime
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My mom packed my sister and me into the car one night the summer before eighth grade, 1985, for a drive, which was odd, because we didn’t go for night rides, since Mom couldn’t see well at night.
