Toni walked into my life on Good Friday.
Euclid Street Journal

The main office of Riggs National Bank is located just one short block from the White House.

On Kyle's fifth Christmas, he gained a new and special excitement about the birth of Jesus.

The highlight of the day was the presentation of a large eviction notice to our nation's number-one recipient of public housing: Ronald Reagan.

It was nearly noon on Good Friday. With feelings of both expectancy and trepidation, we were about to call Chicago again.

Three years ago at our Annual Weekend After Groundhog's Day Sojourners Community Talent Show, one of our households portrayed a modern version of the parable of the Good Samaritan.

Although the sun had been up for more than an hour, the early morning April air remained chilly.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to the second annual Southern Columbia Heights Tenants Union (SCHTU) Neighborhood Congress. Today is an important day in the life of our tenants union. We will elect our new officers, celebrate our victories--and they have been many--and set the agenda for the issues and problems we will take on in the coming year."

Last year Advent was a very special time for me. A child taught me, in a way only a child can, something precious, something true about the birth we all await.

Every summer there seems to be one song that dominates the atmosphere in our mostly black, low-income neighborhood.

Dawn. We begin our trek to merge ourselves with the thousands of other cars converging on the tunnels and bridges that lead into New York.

Sitting on a bench in Peace Memorial Park, it is almost impossible to believe that the atomic bomb was dropped here.

The three-quarter-mile walk between 13th and Euclid Streets and 18th and Columbia Road is usually alive with the cultural blend of black, white, and Hispanic faces and accents.

It was just past sunrise when the car radio said, "Cheese will be given out to any person who can prove need at twelve locations throughout the city."

Month after month in "Euclid Street Journal" we have shared bits and pieces of our lives as a community. We have told about our hopes, dreams, and successes.

Washington was blanketed in snow that day, three inches on the ground and more falling fast as I walked to the magazine office about noon.