Not surprisingly an immigrant family is calling us back to the truth of the American experiment, to E Pluribus Unum, from many, one. Perhaps immigrant
This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a
As we collectively process the latest carnage, a comment from my husband sums up the situation: “Now, it’s time for 8 weeks of anguished conversation.
Monday was a normal February day here in Chapel Hill. That is to say my children were home because of ice on the ground and
Like most mornings, today I was out in the woods with our good dog, Bear. He is not yet two years old and lived “on
This past Tuesday was a typical, fall, morning. I was in class with my SOWO 845, final year, MSW students. During the second half we