Cassandra speaks the truth but all we hear are riddles. She stands in the ruins of the battle she lost. Holds out her arms with bruises like confessions. We study their pattern, their shape, their color before asking, Where is your proof? Cassandra speaks to...
I am not your American, I don’t want that name I might look the part, but I’m not playing your game. Middle Class clothes. Working class life Getting through my day without too much strife. I’m not your American. I read too much. But I can hide my books...
Congratulations. You win. I’m scared. You swear that’s not what you want but after I’ve repeatedly asked you to leave me alone, what else can I believe from your actions? I think you enjoy messing with my head. And because of you, I almost stopped...
You have the power to stop Covid19 and save lives simply by following the guidelines of health professionals. That’s it. No one is asking you to stay home to take away your liberties. No one is asking you to take precautions to inconvenience you. And absolutely no one...
Once upon a time there were wonderful places called Day Programs in California. These programs provided social opportunities, vocational training, emotional support and entertainment for thousands of Californians with disabilities. Everyone found a place to belong, no...
San Mateo County is wealthy, beautiful, and filled with opportunities. I believed that bringing Rhia to this prosperous city close to Stanford Medical Center (where she gets her medical care) would be wonderful. Rhia agreed. No more three-hour drives. No more being...
