Asylum for this child
The open door of an unknown vehicle, this child’s Spiderman backpack clutched by one white hand. A blue bunny hat above his blank stare. Days later. Detention. In his father’s arms, this child’s stare now sleep. A mother 1,300 miles away, this child’s life in custody. Confined with the worst of the worst, or caged for skin color? Liam Conejo Ramos. Five years old. Asylum sought. Persecution prevailed.
Of reactions and protests
I shared this photo on social media earlier this week when the power failed at the grocery store I was in. It was creepy and I'm just glad I was near the wine and cheese aisle. I was inside a large grocery store when the power failed earlier this week. It was 10 a.m., Monday. The weather outside was dreary, not snowy or windy. Just winter in Colorado weather. The power simply shut off as I reached for a jar of peanut butter to take home for my sick husband’s lunch. I put the
The difficulty of the same
Hopefully by August 2027, I will have more representative photos to include with my posts. This one kind of works for today. I saw the oncologist earlier this week. She’s a deeply kind, compassionate woman who for years has shared her life’s story with me and updates about her family and loved ones. Still, I don’t particularly enjoy spending time with her. I think it’s because we meet each year in the same room at the same clinic where more than 12 years ago another oncologis
Of exhaustion and the Havana Syndrome
The backyard pond turned puddle. Another strange occurrence this week. As far as weeks in January go, this one has been, well, strange. And, quite honestly, it seems like that’s how 2026 is shaping up to be based on recent geopolitical events. Strange. This week, there’s been wind. Stupid, stupid gusty wind. There’s been a nearby street project that has droned on for days. More on that later. There’s been talk of Greenland. < ShakesHead > There’s been nearly 60-degree days. I
