It happened six days after my 3rd birthday, so I don’t have memories of the day. But I can picture my mother screaming. I can picture my grandmother also upset. I can picture my father trying to console them, while … Continue reading
It happened six days after my 3rd birthday, so I don’t have memories of the day. But I can picture my mother screaming. I can picture my grandmother also upset. I can picture my father trying to console them, while … Continue reading
A year ago, my country failed. The failure started quite early. Rather than reject a man who began his campaign with these fateful words: “They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists.” The media went out of its way to … Continue reading
A pressure cooker loaded with nails and ball bearings. That’s what the FBI now says constituted one of the two bombs that went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. A pressure cooker. Seems sadly appropriate. Our world … Continue reading