Growing up, my mother was like a lighthouse to me: Her light was always on, a beacon guiding me through the daily adventures and the bumps and bruises of childhood and adolescence. At the end of the day, she was always there, welcoming me to the safe harbor that was my home. Years later, when …
Standing at the end of the aisle in the department store, I heard loud noises from someone coming closer. “Woo who, boo boo, waahhh waahhh.” The weird sounds were coming from a lady walking down the aisle. And the closer she got to me, the louder her babbling became. She looked to be 60 something, …
It just doesn’t make sense,” is the generalized response from those who had some familiarity with the Tsarnaev brothers. They seemed like the kind of young men you might like as neighbors; they appeared kind, quite, unobtrusive. These two, perpetrators of the Boston bombings? It just doesn’t make sense. Or does it? When anger percolates …
The evils of racism are expressed in the words we speak and the mores we establish. And both emerge from the illusion of superiority. Jackie Robinson, as a black American in the 1940s and 1950s, was thrown into the fire of both when he entered major league baseball in 1947, breaking the sport’s color barrier. …
I couldn’t shake the somberness that clung to me like lint on a suit of clothes. The grief I felt in the eyes of the family followed me out the door of the funeral home and into my car. A wintry mix of snow and rain added to the dreariness of the moment, and the …