Today I’m having a re-posting party. Not out of laziness, but because the three pieces I’m posting are, too me, touching, informative and important and I so hope you read them.
I’ve been pondering a lot lately. With so many things going on in the world, I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the sadness of it all. But that just leads to inertia and the feeling of being at affect. What I’m feeling lately is that the more we become informed and allow ourselves to be moved, we will find ways to make a difference. Even if it’s just in one person’s life.
Please take the time to read these three pieces I’m sharing. Two are by major NY Times journalists I respect and follow, Charles Blow and Frank Bruni, and the third is from a novelist, my friend and mentor, Kerry Madden. Her piece is a personal essay she wrote and published in the LA Times that sadly, but truthfully, could be about any of our children.
That’s it from me except to say,
As usual sent with love XXXAS
“He is prisoner No. 260. He stares into the camera for his mug shot, head cocked, eyes forlorn of hope. It is the kind of picture that haunts.
He is 14. His name is George Stinney Jr. He is a child, someone’s baby.”
“Here we go again. At Harvard, Emory, Bucknell and other schools around the country, there have been record numbers of applicants yearning for an elite degree. They’ll get word in the next few weeks. Most will be turned down.”
“We just said goodbye to a 26-year-old neighbor, a kid I watched grow up from sandbox to carpool to high school rock band to opera singer to drugs. His name was Noah. He could sing a seamless “Stardust,” and he loved the Italian opera singer Tito Gobbi, because Gobbi was a true character actor too.
Noah was my son’s oldest friend. My son sang, “I’ll Be Seeing You” at his funeral in Griffith Park near the carousel, where the boys grew up going to birthday parties and playing baseball.”