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Dust Collectors

Cindy Weinstein
September 29, 2016

From Medford, New Jersey

Dust Collectors

Last evening, I observed my faint breath draw upon dimming candle light. I reclined heavily, feeling my heart’s familiar whisper. The morning window donned its dark veil, and momentarily the specious illusion of blindness set in. I lay quietly, open-eyed, discovering comfort within my discomfort, allowing opaqueness to willingly lead...

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"Just The Way You Are"

PR for People Team
July 27, 2016

From Medford, New Jersey

by Cindy Weinstein

There’s an unusual component to the traditional high school yearbook. Typically, there exist tributes, highlight reels, teacher, staff and student profiles, clubs, organizations, and sports categories. Also contained is a competitively odd feature casting graduating classmates into “Best” or  ”Most” roles. Personally, I never ‘got‘ this. My...

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Tech & Science
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Pathfinders in Problem-Solving

PR for People Team
June 25, 2016
From Medford, New Jersey

By Cindy Weinstein

 A self-proclaimed “non-tech-y” sort, it always comes as a surprise when friends attribute computer savvy to my rudimentary social media skills. Software, hardware, analytical and business acumen all remain foreign to me. Yet, keen observation and an intuitive awareness of people’s behaviors have led me to believe human interactions within...

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Women
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In Praise of Go(o)d~Women

PR for People Team
May 24, 2016

From Medford, New Jersey

By Cindy Weinstein

Tanesha stood before me in prayer mode, palm heels at my chest, fingertips gently brushing my throat. Moments drifted with my eyes shut, sensing other women encircling my space, gently grounding each shoulder. Eventually, my wet eyes opened and met Tanesha’s smiling reflection. And then bewildered, I saw only Tanesha standing alone, supporting my upper frame...

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Action- (SEEN) One

Cindy Weinstein
February 04, 2016

Six years old, and placed at the end of a chorus line. I floundered, moved along clumsily, barely recalling the routine established through weeks of rehearsal. I loved to dance (and still do). But it wouldn’t have been detectable then, when I didn’t "own" the dance. My essence lay dormant, divorced from my body, hapless in relation to my young troupe.

Generally, an introverted “daydreamer,” I "closeted" my experimentations,...

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