Hope is the thing with feathers . . .  It’s a rare Sunday that finds me awake in time to look east for the sun. I’m not normally upright until it’s overhead. But this Sunday is special: I have to … Continue reading →

Kitty Genovese was murdered in 1964, exactly 50 years ago this March thirteenth. Twenty-eight years old, she was a petite and energetic native New Yorker who worked as a bar manager and lived in homey Kew Gardens, Queens. Five days … Continue reading →