“Happy Mother’s Day,” the driver chirped as I descended the bus’ steps outside the college. The comment made me pause. I’m not a mother. Not yet anyway. I almost had the mind to correct him: Instead, I smiled and offered thanks. No harm done, right?
Tomorrow is two years shy of the centennial celebration of America’s mothers. The national holiday was signed into law in 1914 by Woodrow Wilson. But whenever the holiday is mentioned, the memory of Anna B. Jarvis haunts the saying. (more…)
This year, Father’s Day and Juneteenth fell on the same date. Coincidence? I think not. Synching the holidays celebrating the emancipation of Texas slaves and dads across the nation is quite fitting. Both holidays celebrate history’s forgotten. (more…)
“It’s a holiday today, you know,” the gray-haired gentleman growled over the roar of Monday’s afternoon traffic. “Is it?” I replied, unaware that the date was anything but an average Monday, the most dreaded day of the week. He had forgotten too–until he arrived at the Veteran Affairs hospital and found the crew to be lacking. (more…)
I know I’m late.
Exactly two weeks have passed since our nation celebrated the day that marks the end of summer, serves as a great excuse for barbecue, and. . .oh yeah, toasts the American worker. (more…)
