But Inside I’m White

Young Monica

I am not white and yet I feel white. Some might say, I am brown or olive skin. Though to me, being olive makes me sound like I’m green around the edges. I’m not, of course. Continue reading

Dear Justin Trudeau, Won’t You Be My President?

It’s election season and I’m obsessed. I want to know what’s going on every moment of every day in the world of politics. I want to know who’s in the lead in the polls and who put their foot in their mouth. And I need to know what that ghostly fellow, Julian Assange is going to do next. WikiLeaks, wiki-shmeeks!

Well, this I can tell you: All this craziness has me thinking of one thing and one thing only:

Why can’t Justin Trudeau be my president? Continue reading

Woman (and dogs) in Need of a Family

Woman in her prime is most in need of a family. Why, you ask?
It seems her own family, who heretofore have been contentedly living in San Diego and providing a stalwart emotional support system to said woman, have upped and left the state with not so much as a by your leave. Continue reading

Out of Darkness, A Ray of Light

Which is why, while we grieve, I want to tell you another story. One that has brought me a ray of hope and also joy. That touches my heart and reminds me of the good in the world and how each one of us has a purpose. Continue reading