Life has changed with the pandemic, but love has not.
We can’t know what America has done to overcome its past errors if we hide our mistakes, rather than own them.
And then COVID-19 hit and, with it, nightly briefings from the White House. It was too much.
In this fluid situation, there are few options other than vigilance, patience and flexibility.
A house divided cannot stand.
Perfect is not an option, and each of our alternative plans comes with its own set of serious consequences—financial, emotional, and educational.
I simply could not worry about the horror of Trump being re-elected, much less tile.
This virus will be vanquished and we need a strong school district ready when it does.
More than a quarter century ago, I teased my good friend, Sister Libby, about her ugly nun shoes. Indignant, she claimed that she wore orthotics because she had bad feet. At the time, I walked around in medium-high heels, leaning decidedly towards the pointy-toed kind. High heels gave way to fashionable flats and wide sneakers.Continue reading “Imelda Marcos—Not!”
Ten minutes is a long time for a teenager to hug anyone.