“There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness.”~Kingman Brewster, Jr. American educator, academic, and diplomat Kingman Brewster, Jr., was born on this day in 1919.
“There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness.”~Kingman Brewster, Jr. American educator, academic, and diplomat Kingman Brewster, Jr., was born on this day in 1919.
“Democracy depends on information circulating freely in society.”~Katharine Graham American newspaper publisher Katharine Graham was born on this day in 1917.
(C) 2025, JJ Shaun Once more, First Reader and I took to the streets to protest against the insanity happening across the United States. Like the last few protests, we stayed local once again. Unlike the Hands Off march in early April, we certainly didn’t have to bundle up for the cold. The weather was … Continue reading No Kings!
“When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you couldn’t hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that’s just the place and time that the tide’ll turn.”~Harriet Beecher Stowe American author and abolitionist Harriet Beecher Stowe was born on this day in 1811.
“You can’t win what you don’t fight for.”~Eleanor Holmes Norton American politician, lawyer, and human rights activist Eleanor Holmes Norton was born on this day in 1937.
“In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.”~Anne Frank German-born Jew Anne Frank was born on this day in 1929.
“People protect what they love.”~Jacques Yves Cousteau French naval officer, oceanographer, filmmaker, and author Jacques Yves Cousteau was born on this day in 1910.
“You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.”~Saul Bellow Canadian-American writer Saul Bellow was born on this day in 1915.
“The deepest sins are camouflaged as holiness.”~Kenneth Lee Pike American linguist and anthropologist Kenneth Lee Pike was born on this day in 1912.
Smoke curled from the vendor stalls, thick with the of charred meat and burned spices. The market pulsed with activity—flickering hands, quick bargains, laughter too sharp and sudden. Beneath it all, beat a different rhythm. It was the beat of watching eyes. Of footsteps that didn’t belong. Kael crouched behind a stack of dried reeds, … Continue reading Don’t Look Now
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