Coretta Scott King

I just took a few minutes to look at what I blogged a year ago in this space, and was struck by two things: first, there was some big stuff happening in February 2003: the Columbia disaster, the death of Mr. Rogers, a  [more...]

So there I was, getting my morning coffee in the break room. I started to walk toward the door with my steaming, full mug of coffee when a colleague called after me to ask a question; I turned to answer and then  [more...]

When I got home today, I immediately noticed that my cat Squeaker was injured — there was shaved spot on his head and he’d been stitched up. I went next door to Danielle, who was checking in on the cats, to  [more...]