An Unplanned Day
Now that I'm back at work, I work a lot. My typical daily schedule:~5:30-6 am: Wake up6-6:40: cajole son into eating and dressing and getting to the bus on time (6:40)6:35- 1/2 hour before work (either 8:30 or 10:30 or somewhere in between): personal email, Facebook, knitting, breakfast, banking, odd but quick errands9-6 or 11-8 or some variation (yesterday was 9-8): work6:30 or 8:30 til

They Have to be Carefully Taught
I think perhaps the only time we actually talked about race relations at my house (although I am rather flighty sometimes and might have missed deeper discussions) was one night when my dad started singing a lyric from South Pacific: You've got to be taughtTo hate and fear,You've got to be taughtFrom year to year,It's got to be drummedIn your dear little earYou've got to be carefully

Best Bad Example
I've had this topic rattling around in my head for a long time. It all came to me when my sister and I went to lunch at a great (usually) place near her office. This is an amazing story:When we walked in, the host didn't even say hello, just held up 2 fingers, and started walking with some menus in his hand. He put the menus down on a booth table and then kept walking, and L and I weren't