“Did you write these letters on the wall with your red crayon?” “No!!!” “Who did it, then?” “My little sister.” This conversation between my mother and me took place when I was three or four years old. My little sisters had not yet been born, and there were no other children in the house. I... Continue Reading →
“You’re my father! You’re supposed to be on my side!”“There are as many sides as there are people, sweetheart.” My father did have very definite beliefs and opinions of his own. However, as a defense attorney, he had learned that if he didn’t know all the facts of the case, one of those facts could... Continue Reading →
Mothers and Children by Kathe Kollwitz Genocide. Children are dying and mothers are crying. Genocide. I have tried to write about it, but my brain is frozen with horror. Genocide. I want it to stop. Genocide. Gaza. Genocide. Gaza. Genocide. Gaza. I can’t make it stop. Genocide. The killers don’t want me to use that... Continue Reading →
Control Savvy 