Black History Month is very important — especially for white people with a history like mine. Growing up in Colorado and South Dakota, I barely knew that Black people existed. The first Black person I met was an African man who brought slides of his country. He was the product of a missionar…

It’s January 1990 … something, and a black stretch limo is waiting for me in the portico of a luxury hotel in Boston. I run over as the driver opens the back door for me. As a dyed-in-the-wool Californian, of course, I have no winter coat on, even though it’s cold. I quickly slide into the w…

It is a bright, sunny, calm and clear day: Jan. 20, 2021. The beauty around me reflects the end of the Drumpf horror show and the beginning of a return to sane governance. My husband and I are listening to the swearing-in of President Biden on NPR as we slowly snake our way through the Dodge…

Gazing into my crystal ball, I ask it, “How am I supposed to write a relevant column today, when it’s a week before the inauguration — but readers will receive it the day after?!” The ball answers, “Ya can’t because you have no idea what an organized and armed mob will do, nor those leading …

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” That is one of the only equitable gender sayings I’m aware of, as most are not. Growing up on a farm, many geese were mean as junkyard dogs. Scary! Both males and females would chase and pinch the soft parts of an unwary person who crossed …

Column writing is not for the timid. It requires ideas! Constant ideas! Interesting ideas! Wheelbarrows of ideas! I sit in my office chair daydreaming and staring out the window, hoping for my crow or raven friend, who I’ve dubbed BB, to come by. If she lands, I avoid writing some more. I ad…

Blue Black (BB), my new love is. I don’t usually speak like Yoda, but I have a crush on a new bird pal: BB, the crow or raven. For the New Year, my resolution is to learn more about birds and use them as a source of joy and calmness. 

Oodles of people, joined by a coalition of religious organizations, gathered at a nonviolent protest in front of the wedding cake-like architecture of Pasadena City Hall. We were there protesting the murder of George Floyd and many others. It was the end of May, there was beautiful spring we…

All Saints Episcopal in Pasadena felt like home in the 1990s. Something happened to me there that I never forgot. It’s Christmas Eve, and I am a guest at the midnight service. The majesty of the campus is serene. The splendor inside is uplifting without being intimidating. The inclusive mess…

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