This Memorial Day, let us see and believe the just peace vision and give the full measure of our living devotion to bring into being a world where war is no more.
She is my mother. She is my aunt. She is my next door neighbor. I recognize her familiar gait; the quick-paced step. Most importantly, I recognize the invisible burden she carries.
Sometimes in life you learn best not from the times that you shine, but from the times that you act like a total ignoramus. It seems that racism and fear of outsiders are on the rise in the U.S.A.
Lena Horne is gone, but she remains a bright shining light.
Mother's Day is a challenge. While advertisements evoke misty eyed memories and quaint appreciation for mothers, the truth is that Mother's Day began as a call to action by Julia Ward Howe.
Recently I turned to a conservative, white businessman friend to get some insight into how immigrants enhance our culture.
This January, four immigrant college students from Florida began a fifteen hundred mile pilgrimage, "risking their future because the present is unbearable" (Matos, 23, in http://www.nytim
At eight months pregnant, I had a dream my new baby boy was born. He came out with pale white skin, blue eyes, and long, pin-straight red hair. He didn't look like he belonged to me at all.
When I was in second grade handball was all the rage. We played it with big red rubber balls against backboards on the playground.