From a parenting perspective, Polimom found the story about the beating and assault in Spring unbelievably disturbing. I wrote about it at the Chronicle this morning: The scary kid next door
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Polimom spent far too many hours this weekend worrying about the immigration problems, and researching broad concepts, like “Hispanophobia” or “English Only”. It was there, in fact, that I found the roots for Bush’s “the National Anthem should only be …
The last couple of posts were unbelievably depressing to write; I need a pick-me-up. Luckily, New York City seems to be showcasing heroes this week. First there was the subway savior, who received the Bronze Medallion from New York City’s …
When somebody commits violence (in this case, mass murder) in the name of their religion, the word for it is terrorism. Specifically, religious terrorism. Why is it so hard to call it what it is for some folks?
Of all the stories to come out of New Orleans in the days immediately after Katrina, the incident on Danziger Bridge was, and continues to be, the most opaque. Fourteen people shot! No, eight! No, 5! They were shooting at …
