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I Was an LAPD Reject (part three)

I would say that this next step in the process terrified me the most, but it didn’t. After my background investigation meeting, and chatting with the friendly man in the cardigan, I was feeling pretty optimistic about things. I was more curious about the lie detector...

I Was an LAPD Reject (part two)

We ran laps around the track and on the streets around the academy. If you were in the beginner group, you ran approximately two miles on the local streets, plus the endless laps the supervisor would inflict upon us whenever our rows weren’t straight enough or...

An Ode to Love

A really talented artist died today. I didn’t know Carlos Batts well, but he and his wife, April Flores, were so in love and just exuded so much sweetness, that I’ve been sad all day thinking about him and about her. I’ve been single for a long time,...

I Was An LAPD Reject (part one)

I wanted to be a spy when I grew up, until my mother told me that girls don’t play with guns.  Then I decided I would be Lady Diana, instead.But the fascination with cops and criminality didn’t stop.  It just grew latent, relegated to fiction and...

Honesty in Dating, R.I.P.

In my Critical Thinking class, I routinely assign an essay about Herman Rosenblat. (For those who haven’t heard about him, he wrote the book Angel at the Fence, which he claimed was a true story about his experiences during the Holocaust but which turned out to be...