I added a new page to this site. I wrote a rant on the state of our high schools, a rant fueled by my son’s negative experience attending Robertson High School in the City Schools district. Keep in mind that my words are a rant and not a fully crafted story.
I’m working full time – I have to do so …

An eight-year-old girl stares at the camera, the hot West African sun splashing across her shoulders like a translucent cape. Tightly braided hair hugs her scalp, accentuating a delicate forehead, a slightly furrowed brow. She wears a thin white wrap fastened around her neck with a fraying fiber cord. She shoots the lens an expression that almost approaches a smile, …

Winter nights at my home mean a small glass of red wine for the grownups, a warm mug of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows for my boys. Twilight brings fantastic bedtime stories, a cozy comforter, a plump, lazy dog at the foot of a soft bed. These kinds of comforts aren’t shared by every member of our Las Vegas community. …

My brother-in-law pressed a button on his laptop. The screen faded to black. My sister and I sat cross-legged on the hotel bed as the screen flickered to life, spat shadows of the Manhattan skyline, the Statue of Liberty against our bare legs. Rain hit the window beside us, hit it hard, but I didn’t notice the thunder. My eyes …