At the end of October, my sister Eliana was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The surgeon met me in the recovery room post biopsy, took my hand, looked into my eyes and said…
There Was No Room For Anger
It was quiet in my growing up house. We closed the front door with silent deliberation and spoke to one another in soft tones. My parents didn’t raise their voices, either in anger or delight. We kept our feelings of fear, grief, sadness, even joy, corseted close, as if their release would tip the earth from her axis. Tears happened in muffled sobs in the corner of a bedroom. There was no room for anger.
An Open Letter to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford
Christine, thank you. This can’t be easy. I don’t imagine it was ever your intention to become a super hero, a voice for the voiceless, a woman willing to sacrifice her private life for the good of the nation.
Open Letter to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford
Christine, thank you. This can’t be easy. I don’t imagine it was ever your intention to become a super hero, a voice for the voiceless, a woman willing to sacrifice her private life for the good of the nation.
Sign It, Jerry, Sign It!
We’re almost there, but don’t exhale yet! On August 28, the California assembly passed SB100—with the bold but achievable goal of powering California with 100% clean, carbon-free electricity by 2045. Keep up the momentum–Governor Jerry Brown still needs to sign the bill. This is politics and anything can happen. Stranger things have happened.