“A Colorado man was arrested after a stabbing in which the assailant called out ‘black lives matter’ before stabbing the victim, according to news reports.” The assailant was black. The victim was white and was stabbed while walking his dog. “The Marlins and Mets walk off the field in protest and leave a BLM shirt […]
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Letter: Our common humanity
From crossing the border into Tijuana, to threading the active barricades that serve as the checkpoint boundary of a U.S. military installation, what we learned. No sé dónde está el baño. It was the one phrase I knew but an important one. And the young man understood, smiled, and pointed. Thankfully. On the hot, dusty […]
Letter: A tribute to foster parents, and those who parent on purpose
It was a great national crisis, a most critical moment in their entire history. While the individual who stood at the crossroads – faced with a desperate choice, with destiny or destruction dependent on their decision – would receive the preponderance of accolades, it was their foster parent, the one who raised them, who had […]
Letter: Play-by play, baseball is life
On this date, August 15, eight years ago, a friend of mine on Facebook alerted all within his circle of influence that history was very possibly in the making. Felix Hernandez, Seattle Mariners ace, was three outs away from a no-hitter. “Tune in for the top of the ninth!” Our son, then residing two hours […]
Letter: The cornerpost
We couldn’t understand where we went wrong. The gap between the ground and the bottom of the fence boards was, with every picket, incrementally increasing. And then there was the sidewalk side that was, for every foot, imperceptably sloping. How to align the two and still get to where we wanted to go? Finally, after […]
Letter: It’s titled “Forever Young” but we’re not are we
Endless summer days; picnics in the park; the annual parent (unbeaten) vs. child shortened-base-paths (for the parent’s benefit) baseball game; the first ‘whopper’ photo-op at but three years of age. They – and us along with them – grow up. Too fast. Somehow, too fast. Leaf-filtered morning sunshine gives way to the dying, but colorful, […]
Letter: When you no longer have to look where you’re going
What happened this beautiful morning, barely a ripple on the water, will probably never happen again. But what a morning, what a memory. With the oldest – and the smallest of our children – as cox, the rest of us remarked later how odd it seemed to not have to look over our shoulder. That […]
Letter: A portrait of a leader
We had gathered for our annual picnic in the park mostly to be together but also to traditionally share – in this month to remember our parent’s birthdays – our usual family lunchtime fare when as kids we were growing up: baloney sandwiches. My brother, whose birthday is this week, chewed a simple self-portrait into […]
Letter: Planted together
We weren’t sure what it was. Had to look it up. Like, way up. Turns out – eventually it’ll turn out – it’s apparently a sunflower. Just a bunch of random seeds for $1.00 all planted together in the garden space and suddenly, reaching for space, it seems like overnight, there it was. Jack and […]