Maxwell Anderson and Kurt Weill’s “September Song” (“Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December / But the days grow short / When you reach September”) is a song I’ve heard all my life. In fact, I’m sure I first heard it...
Read MoreI will meet you on the downside. From here, it can only be up. What does not break us makes us stronger. Nothing is so good or so bad that it lasts forever. I have fallen and cannot get up. In every dark cloud, there is a silver...
Read MoreLast week, I attended my great-grandson Grayson’s (son of Jessica and Ricky Abejuela) first birthday party. It was another sweltering day in Los Banos, one of many steaming days this summer, which seems to be on steroids. The...
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Margaret Mead once said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can...
Read MorePerhaps you remember the first time you experienced the magic of the Olympics. I was a young girl when I discovered this glorious event that was born in ancient Greece and then reborn like a phoenix from the ashes. I learned...
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