There is a weird juxtaposition to looking for a physical home, with all my weird, well-fed little criticisms, oh, I don't like the crappy cabinets in this house; the green paint in that dining room will simply have to go, and passing out food to folks who wouldn't eat otherwise, in a vacant lot downtown. My …
One sunny California day many years ago, I took in the bank deposit for my employer and this happened: our local bank's Merchant Teller was one of the Persian immigrants who came to Southern California after the Iranian Revolution. Farah was well-educated, efficient, beautiful, and always a pleasure to do business with. This day, however, her countenance …
Continue reading Civil Rights for All Americans : The Job is not Complete
Things happen for a reason, I believe. Not that I picture God is in His heaven moving us about like pawns on His cosmic chessboard (well, maybe sometimes I do), and I concede that we don't always get to know the reason for the things that happen. Maybe I just need to find reason and …
Last Saturday, after plans with friends fell through, Paul and I went to a consolation dinner at Macaroni Grill, which is currently featuring meatballs - three different versions of giant meatballs. I ordered the Bolognese and when it arrived, my first thought was of one of my student aides from two years ago, a lovely girl named Rebel, …
Southern Fried Californian 