We Became Sperm Brokers

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We Became Sperm Brokers

Want to know what can happen in the world of sperm donation regarding both love and money ? Read this!

“Our kids have lots of brothers and sisters.  We don’t have any other children, but Izzy and Free have at least ten half-siblings around the country.  It seems like no big deal now but I remember that day soon after the babies were born when we became part of the Donor Sibling Registry.  There are two registries actually – one with the California Cryobank (www.cryobank.com) and then the larger, national Donor Sibling Registry (www.donorsiblingregistry.com) created in September 2000 by Wendy Kramer and her son Ryan.  Born from anonymous sperm donation, Ryan was curious about his genetic origins and when no public option was available, they created the site for consenting adults to contact each other.

It’s a weird situation, isn’t it?  There is an actual site where people who used the same sperm we did have listed that they have children that are related to our children.  That’s sort of crazy and awesome all at the same time.  I posted that our babies were born and read a few postings from the other parents.  The DSR allows for you to email other parents anonymously through the site.  I did.  I wasn’t sure what to say other than that we would be open to meeting them.  The first one responded within a day or two and sent me a picture of her son.  I was ecstatic and nervous and freaked out all at the same time.  What if her son looked like our son?  What if they had the same eyes, mouth, nose?  What if I looked in her son’s eyes and felt like he was mine?  I was incredibly worried as I clicked on the picture to open it up.

And you know what?

That kid looked NOTHING like our kids.  He had very different features and there was nothing about him that felt like he was even remotely related to us.  It was over and I realized how awesome the site was.  It allowed me to absolutely put the half-sibling “issue” to rest.  Those other kids had nothing to do with mine.  They were lovely and amazing but they were someone else’s babies and that was that.

Soon after, I received more pictures from other families.  They all looked different.  None looked like Izzy and Free.  It was such a relief.  But the truly amazing emails I received were from the parents who asked us to help them complete their families.  It’s a very unusual situation I know but we had extra vials of our donor after the twins were born.  More vials than any reasonably sane couple would use.  When I got that first email, I was surprised.  Here were two moms on the east coast who had a little boy.  They wanted to have another baby but our Donor had retired from the sperm-donating business and the CA Cryobank no longer had any of his “stuff”.  But we did.  Lots of it, too much actually.  I became a sperm broker…”

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Deborah Plummer on Interracial Marriage

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Deborah Plummer on Interracial Marriage in America


Dr.Deborah Plummer is an author, psychologist, diversity thought leader and Grub Street board member. She is also the Editor of Handbook of Diversity Management(University Press of America), award-winning author of Racing Across the Lines: Changing Race Relations through Friendships (Pilgrim Press). In addition, she created the Sister Nun cozy mysteries: They Still Call Me Sister and The Family That Stays Together. Deborah is a regularly featured blogger for the Huffington Post and commentator for numerous media outlets. She is proud board member of Boston”s GrubStreet, one of the nation’s leading creative writing center.



The recent release of the Pew Research Center publicationThe Rise of Intermarriage provides a number of insights on the status of race relations in America. The report analyzes the demographics and economics of those who “marry in” and “marry out” of their race. The reports notes an increase in the number of interracial marriages and an increase in support for such marriages.

Gender patterns were also noted in the report and there was great variance in this data. One particular statistic stood out for me. About 24 percent of all black male newlyweds in 2010 married outside of their race as compared to 9 percent of black females.

Well into my adult years, despite the fact that I preached diversity, I held the belief that black men should marry black women and conversely, black women should marry black men. I never considered a white man as a potential mate simply because of race. Maybe it was because I feared that others would interpret my choice of a white partner as a statement about my weak or non-existent affiliation with blacks. I was actually listening to the voice of my own insecure black identity and the collective insecurity that as blacks we embraced from living in a racist society. Perhaps that is why there are always more black men marrying outside of their race than black women… but that is a topic for another post.

A white male friend who challenged my belief on this topic caused me to pause and rethink this position. I reasoned that after a day of battling being “the only one” or “one of a few” all day I might not want to connect with my partner simply because he was white. He pointed out that it wouldn’t be any different from the times when I wouldn’t want to connect with my black partner simply because he was male or because of a personality characteristic.

Another white male friend also enlightened my racially inconsistent thinking. He noted that by ruling out white males simply because of race was as offensive as any other racially exclusive action. I could rule him out because of personality or other reasons, but to do so because of race was absurd.

Ultimately, when doing research on cross-racial friendships, I not only changed my position on interracial marriages, but became a advocate for those who crossed racial lines in marriage. We have much to learn from them. At the risk of oversimplifying the issue, I believe that interracial couples support us all in moving toward a shared American experience.

In my diversity-training sessions, we often progress toward an animated discussion about what the American experience is. All of our ancestors, except for those of Native American Indians, arrived in this country by boat — the difference is in the kind of boat. Some were passenger ships, and some were slave ships. The American Dream, that anyone may be able to create a “rags to riches” success, has historically been a nightmare for some racial groups. Similarly, the “bootstrap theory” — that anyone can succeed through diligence and hard work (“pulling oneself up by one’s bootstraps”) — only applies to those who have boots and, more particularly, boots with straps. From this perspective, the historical background of our racial heritage frames our relationship to America, and thus dictates the kind of American experience one might have.

What I witness in interracial couples is not only the ability to disencumber themselves of society’s racial baggage but also evidence of the inherent God-given right that each of us has to fulfill our human potential by loving. It is how we love, not our historical relationship with America, that dictates our ability to grasp the richness of the American experience. Yes, we are really free to love whom we please in America. That is one of the true beauties of being an American.


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My Country….a Poem

globe with flags

My Country….a Poem

America is a Christian country.

Saudi Arabia is a Muslim country

Cuba is a communist country

Where is there or is there a country

Made up of People of reason;

People with hearts that live and love

People who seek knowledge and justice

And beauty and truth and don’t think

That they know what it’s all about

And therefore don’t tell anyone else what

To believe, and instead of telling each other

what to think they gently encourage each other

to think!

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48 Laws of Power

Author Robert Greene

“Trashed by some and cherished by others, 48 Laws of Power was an immediate best seller at 1.2 million copies.It was a big hit in prison libraries and among music promoters and stars. Rumor has it that Fidel Castro was also a fan of the book.” Continue reading

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Guide to great home brewed coffee

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Guide to great home brewed coffee

The Beginner’s Guide to Making Gourmet Coffee at Home – a simple, inexpensive guide to get you started.

Making coffee isn’t a subject that’s taught in school. And for some reason the “experts” and manufacturers of coffee makers assume that everyone knows what to do.
Here at Coffee Detective, we know different.
So we have written a simple, 18-page guide to get you started.
Having this guide will be a lot easier than searching for answers to all your questions one at a time.
The first few pages tell you about coffee beans and how to grind them, plus some tips on choosing a coffee maker and making that first brew.
Then the guide moves on to a question and answer format. At Coffee Detective we get plenty of questions from beginners looking for reliable information.
So we have compiled and added the most useful “beginner” questions and answers as part of this guide.
You’ll learn important basics, like…
• How to choose a coffee maker and grinder
• What proportion of coffee and water to use
• What temperature the water should be
• How long your coffee will last
• How to store your coffee beans
• And a lot more…
And here’s the best part…

After reading this short guide you’ll know enough to make coffee that is as good or better than the coffee made by “experts” with hundreds of dollars worth of equipment.
If you get the basics right, making great coffee is simple.
For instance, this image on the right shows the page on which we explain the different ways to grind coffee beans, and how to choose a coffee grinder.
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Interview with Adolph Hitler

‘No room for the alien, no use for the wastrel’

This edited interview of Adolf Hitler by George Sylvester Viereck took place in 1923. It was republished in Liberty magazine in July 1932

“When I take charge of Germany, I shall end tribute abroad and Bolshevism at home.”

Adolf Hitler drained his cup as if it contained not tea, but the lifeblood of Bolshevism.

“Bolshevism,” the chief of the Brown Shirts, the Fascists of Germany, continued, gazing at me balefully, “is our greatest menace. Kill Bolshevism in Germany and you restore 70 million people to power. France owes her strength not to her armies but to the forces of Bolshevism and dissension in our midst.

“The Treaty of Versailles and the Treaty of St Germain are kept alive by Bolshevism in Germany. The Peace Treaty and Bolshevism are two heads of one monster. We must decapitate both.”

When Adolf Hitler announced this programme, the advent of the Third Empire which he proclaims seemed still at the end of the rainbow. Then came election after election. Each time the power of Hitler grew.


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Cette semaine a neftlix

J’espere que mon aesthetique cinematique est beaucoup mieux que mon francais!
Mon recommendation mensuel est un film de Karin Viard dans le role vedette.
Ma Part du Gâteau ( ang. A Piece of the Pie).
M. Viard est travailleur dans un usine a Dunkerque qui devient le victim d’un
prise strategique par un financier a Londres. Il le fait liquider et la la
divorcee jouee par Ms. Viard tent de se suicider tant qu’elle s’inquiete
de son abilite de se soigner de ses trois filles.
Le destin s’entreviens apres quelques developments en forme d’un liaison
professionelle entre Mme. Viard et l’homme qui est responsable pour sa perte de boulot

Franchement cet film se depend beaucoup sur l’artifice de coindcidence, mais la
cinematographie adept, le contrast discretement expose entre les scenes des vie
ouvrier dans le port industriel de Dunquerque et les environs de bon ton a Londres
et Paris servent a creer un context interessant pour cet complot tellement interessant
a cause de l’element de coincidence.

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Why Mitt Romney Lost the 2012 Presidential Election

Why Mitt Romney Lost
-by David Klein

“There are two Americas.”
-John Edwards
The presidential race of 2012 was too close to call for months before election day.
Was it “race,race,race” or “class, class, class?”
Though not entirely without merit , either/both of these explanations is/are too simple. Neither one nor the other can be pointed to as a deciding factor.
Democrats – and especially Liberals – are convinced that the average Republican voter – who earns about $30,000 per year – goes against his/her own economic self-interest by supporting the party that is perceived to be the “bagman” of the rich and super-rich.
And many Republicans are surprised to see , in the Liberal camp, luxury-car-owning white collar types who earn $150,000 a year or more voting to raise taxes on themselves.
Two questions come to mind here:
Why – after he came so close to winning – did Romney lose?
The Wall Street Journal, an icon of Conservative respectability, was – understandably -none too happy about the president’s re-election. They wrote off Obama’s victory as “the definition of winning ugly” and accused the President of painting the challenger “as a plutocrat and intolerant threat”
Who votes for whom, on an average day?
There was a heavy turnout for Obama among the young, African Americans, Latinos, single Moms, and union members – all dependable Democratic voting blocs.
Among the voting blocs that Republicans have counted on for quite some time now.
Rural White Americans.
Richard Nixon went South – in a manner of speaking – in 1968 and it won him the American presidency. Playing on the fear of steadily worsening racial animosity in the mid nineteen sixties – a fear that was exacerbated by footage of mass looting and entire city blocks engulfed in flame – Nixon employed what many deemed a divide-and-conquer strategy. It is a fact that he did change American electorl history by carrying both the (hitherto) Democratic South while winning many votes among another long standing Democrat bloc –White blue collar workers
Middle/Upper-Middle Class College-Educated White Males in Red States
Very much a question of which suburb or exurb you’re talking about; and in a college town you may even find significant pockets of Democrats
The toney environs of the nation’s capital helped to put President Obama over the top in hotly contested and often Conservative Virginia in both 2008 and 2012.
Similar zip codes went for McCain and Romney in those two elections; particularly if they were in such solidly Red States as South Carolina and Kansas.
A number of Republicans in these areas went for Obama in his first run for president but not in the second.
. In 2008, they believed Barack Obama to be much more favorable to their Recession-crippled portfolios and to/for their need for healthcare. Once the economy started to turn around and their home values , salary caps and net worth all started to recover from the Great Recession, they returned to the Republican fold and rallied around a can-do CEO who would keep their taxes down and stock evaluations on an upward tick.
Forbes opinion editor John Tamny writes that it was Romney’s economic advisers who cost him the election. Some say it was the bad advice of Romney’s economic advisors that cost hium the election. Romney’s failure to convince a larger electorate that the now-fabled “1%” could be counted on to bring the economy back up rather than drag it down; his call for support of the barely post- crash housing market at a time when it probably is not prudent to try to rekindle that market; his ignoring the need to convince the little guy that as a tried and true money maker/ CEO he could be trusted to use his professional skill and experience to help him get back up on his feet rather than face a lifetime of vassalage to big money and the socially conscienceless new American rich.
All these factors helped to keep him out of the White House.
Because, after all was said and done, the not-so-rich outnumber the rich; and the former group simply did not trust this guy.
Is there a “takeaway” in all this?
Perhaps it is this:
The America that Mitt Romney and many of his Republican followers seem to inhabit is an America that is quite real to them. Whether they live in the piney woods of the Deep South, on the wind-scorched prairies of the Dakotas, or in one of those gated fortress towns favored by your average Texan oil industry executive, they seem to have one thing in common: the world they are living in IS America…and there is no other that is worthy of the name.
Hopefully, there are a few of this group who are open to including the rest of us in their world view and definition of America.

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“Souls of Black Folk” by W.E.B. DuBois Ch. 1 Pt. 1

Chapter 1

I. Of Our Spiritual Strivings

O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,
O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
All night long the water is crying to me.

Unresting water, there shall never be rest
Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail,
And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;
And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like the sea,
All life long crying without avail,
As the water all night long is crying to me.


[musical notation from “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen”]


Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the occasion may require. To the real question, How does it feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience, — peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe. It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys’ and girls’ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards — ten cents a package — and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card, — refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows. That sky was bluest when I could beat my mates at examination-time, or beat them at a foot-race, or even beat their stringy heads. Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine. But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them. Just how I would do it I could never decide: by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my head, — some way. With other black boys the strife was not so fiercely sunny: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or into silent hatred of the pale world about them and mocking distrust of everything white; or wasted itself in a bitter cry, Why did God make me an outcast and a stranger in mine own house? The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the stone, or steadily, half hopelessly, watch the streak of blue above.
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