For more than 32 years I have written a column about Martin Luther King Jr. on or near the holiday dedicated to his memory. I have always felt sorry for those of a younger generation who were unable to listen first hand to his...
Read MoreWhen I was five years old, my Grandpa Day, whom I respected and adored, pointed towards my brother, who was five years older than I, and said,” Be careful of Jackie, he is a bit squirrely.” I looked at him in...
Read MoreWe are now in true countdown to the most beloved day of the year. One day after that is my least favorite day of the year, but that is another story. This is the first time in 32 years that I have not celebrated the holiday in...
Read MoreAn intense anticipation filled the air, and I breathed it in deeply. We all need something to look forward to. A date had been marked in red letters on my calendar for weeks, and I had watched each day pass with gratitude....
Read MoreA choir of ducks announced their appearance before they filled the sky above me. The talented choreography of these wondrous birds has long enchanted me, but my 32 years in Los Banos have made me a devoted fan. I was delighted...
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