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Looking Back


One day a few years ago we had a guest, of the uninvited variety. I know – scary.  But this time it was OK, because this uninvited guest ate like a bird. In fact, this uninvited guest WAS a bird – a sparrow, to be more precise, and a small one at that. Somehow the […]

Posted at 11:33 pm

My colleague, Sharie, was tired.  You could see it in her eyes, on her face and in the way she walked. She was weary.  Worn down.  Exhausted.  Drained. No question about it: a classic case of NPSS.  You know: New Parent Shock Syndrome. “Long night with the baby?” I asked. She nodded.  “I think he’s […]

Posted at 11:28 pm

Somewhere on the other side of the world, a small group of technicians is engaged in a life-or-death struggle. This battle is not about self-preservation, as admirable as that might be. By staying to face the radiation and fire at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station following the devastation of last week’s earthquake and subsequent […]

Posted at 11:23 pm

You might say that 6-year-old Cindy was a child of the streets. Only in her case, it had nothing to do with socio-economics. It had to do with fun. Cindy loved to play in the street with her friends – an entertainment choice with which her parents were understandably uncomfortable. They did everything they could […]

Posted at 11:19 pm

A few days have passed since the Academy Award ceremonies in Hollywood.  I think I can finally talk about my disappointment. And no, it had nothing to do with what I saw on the red carpet (but seriously, whoever heard of a Roger Vivier tube clutch with a silver sequined Gucci gown?). Nor did my […]