Tuesday evening we had another snowstorm. First it snowed, then it stopped. Then it came down freezing rain, and by Wednesday it was back to snow again. At the end of it we had a foot of snow. Everything was covered in a deep blanket of fluffy white stuff. We stayed home and caught up on email, had a late breakfast, and considered how to catch up on our cancelled meetings and appointments.
Then I started thinking. What do we do with our time? Where does it get us? What is important and what is not? Continue reading
A softball dugout In Wellsville, N.Y. spray painted with a swastika. Photo from The Huffington Post’s US edition.
I have been struggling with this post for a week now. It has been written and rewritten a dozen times. I am torn between expressing the anger and disappointment I’m feeling and a contrary pull to wait and see. In the end the need to speak out won in my internal battle. Some of my readers will agree with me, while others will not. This is not a political missive. It’s a call for decency and tolerance.