July 2008
No matter how much I travel, I never get used to how so many people work so hard and with so much desperation to earn just a few bucks a day to survive.
Sahara Desert
Morocco
July 8, 2008
It sounded like a good idea at the time. I signed up for a three day trip from Marrakesh to the Sahara Desert. A long ride on camels was included. We would sleep on a blanket, under the stars. When would I ever get that opportunity again.
We did all that and here is the truth:
Our House
Philly
1994
We spent hours on this porch. We opened up our proch season around March or April every year and we closed up this gathering place around mid to late October. Mostly we sat out here in the eveinings, after dinner. Someone would make tea and we would gather togther even though we had just spent the last hour at the dinner table. Sometimes, neighbors would wander by and they would come up and join us. Sometimes, our next door neighbors were out on thier porch and we would shout out short conversations to them.
We would stay out there until it got too dark or the bugs got too bad.
When my mother died, my firned told me that she will miss the tea on the porch, the most. And that's what I also miss the most.
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We've Lost Our Humanity And It's Killing Us
In Ukraine, families are torn apart by a war that drags on with no end in sight. In Sudan, civilians flee their homes under gunfire. In Gaza, children die buried beneath rubble, some before they even learn to walk. In Florida, immigrant children are locked away in detention camps we pretend not to see.
These are not just political problems. These are moral failures. And they reflect something deeper and darker: we’ve lost our sense of empathy. We’ve stopped caring. Or maybe worse, we’ve trained ourselves not to.
We are desensitized. We scroll through suffering like it’s content. Outrage has a 24-hour shelf life, and then we move on to the next horror. We shake our heads, maybe share a post, and go back to brunch.
Meanwhile, fascism is rising, not just in some distant corner of the world, but right here, right now. It’s creeping into parliaments and school boards, into policies and propaganda. And it thrives on exactly this: apathy, distraction, and silence. This is not normal. It cannot become normal.
We need to say it out loud: locking children in cages is inhumane. Dropping bombs on neighborhoods is not “self-defense.” Ignoring genocide because it’s politically inconvenient is cowardice. And pretending it’s not our problem is complicity.
But this isn’t a message of hopelessness. It’s a wake-up call. Because what the world needs now is not more cynicism or more analysis. It needs more compassion. More kindness. More people who are willing to care even when it hurts, even when it’s easier not to. Empathy is not weakness. It is resistance. In a world that’s trying to numb us, to desensitize us, choosing to care is an act of rebellion.
It starts with how we talk. How we treat each other. How we raise our kids. How we vote. What we amplify. What we stay silent about. It starts in our homes and in our feeds and in our hearts. No one of us can fix everything. But every one of us can refuse to be part of the problem. We can speak up. Show up. Stand beside the vulnerable instead of looking away.
We can be better. We have to be better.
Because if we don’t reclaim our humanity now, we may lose it for good.
I support giving undocumented immigrants a path to earn a green card because it's about fairness, compassion, and common sense. Many of these individuals have lived here for years, working hard, paying taxes, and contributing to our communities. They're our neighbors, coworkers, and friends. Offering a way to earn legal status—through work, background checks, and civic commitment—strengthens our economy, keeps families together, and aligns with the values this country was built on: opportunity, justice, and second chances.
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