Category Archives: Intro to My Writings

I was born of immigrants parents in a small farming community in the San Joaquin Valley of California. The year was 1938, and my sister was six years old when I arrived. I had two other sisters before me, but … Continue reading →

Recent weeks have seen a burgeoning spike in Coronavirus infections and deaths in the United States. This in part is due to a number of states reopening activities and businesses before it was safe to do so, but also due … Continue reading →

In 1963 I earned my Masters in Social Welfare degree from the Graduate School of Social Work at the University of California in Berkeley. Mom and Dad came up for the ceremonies held in the U.C. football stadium on the … Continue reading →

Dad was an artist of sorts, with an appreciation for the aesthetic – not that he would have been able to verbalize this. Here’s my take on Dad being an artist: while most farmers in post WWII central California maintained … Continue reading →

What follows is a journey through the golden meadows of my memory – a look at              my Dad in tales and anecdotes and memory traces, in no specific order – word        … Continue reading →

I have to hand it to all our First Responders who daily are putting their lives on the line for all of us – And they do it in spite of the actions of those ignorant/selfish “freedom fighters” taking to … Continue reading →

I recently read a post of the granddaughter of a 79-year old Civil Rights veteran who lamented, “They used teargas on us back in the day! And they used it again last night!” It does seem as though it was … Continue reading →

Here’s the thing: I’m totally fine with having to wear a mask. I don’t even consider it an inconvenience, but a necessary measure to protect myself AND to protect others, including you, from the Coronavirus pandemic. I know that ONLY … Continue reading →

RE: George Floyd Many years ago, I heard of an ancient cannon minted somewhere in the 1700s in a museum somewhere in Europe. It was part of a display of military hardware, in this case the artillery belonging to the … Continue reading →

Growing up as an ethnic minority in America I remember the phrase “American melting pot.” It sounded like a beautiful concept and description of the experiment that is America. But underneath that surface impression I felt an unsettling stillness, a … Continue reading →