Doing Nothing for the Least of Us

SEPTA

Not a one of them called Children Services. People walked over top the young woman, pushed by her obviously impaired self, ignored the child sitting on the seat across from her mama, and did nothing. Nothing. They did not offer help, to the mother or the child. They did not suggest that police be called. [Read More...]

Woken by the SWAT alarm

Swat

  Typically, this time of year, I wake to the sound of mourning doves cooing outside my bedroom window. They are sweet and always remind me of Hunter Mendenhall, a Pearl Harbor survivor, who was the father of one of my dearest friends. Hunter grew up in the backwoods of Alabama. So far back, he [Read More...]

Her own strength

  I wonder if Whitney ever understood her own strength. Her’s was a talent and a life marred by a dependency on the wrong man. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with a voice that made the world stop breathing as we collectively waited for her next note. Prior to her Bobby Brown days, Whitney [Read More...]


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