As we begin the New Year it may help us all to think clearly about the expectations we have for ourselves and for those around us. Two questions will help get us started.
As a principal and former teacher, I put great stock in the power of education. The city of Santa Clarita shares this value and makes a point to provide quality educational programs for the entire community.
I want to wish you a very happy New Year. We all deserve it. Well, most do, I suspect.
Time for the annual New Year's column. I always write these things after the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy staff has left the offices for the day following the Christmas party.
The famous philosopher Daffy Duck had a saying: "Consequences, schmonsequences. ..."
This morning finds our society sitting right in the middle of two important nights. Just seven days separate them, but how we see them couldn't be more different.
Christmas' respite with feelings of joy, good spirit and warmth of home, hearth and family have passed, and now we face the reality of much uncertainty focused on our families' health care.
By the time you read this column, Christmas will have passed and we will be looking forward to celebrating the New Year.
The year 2013 was a roller coaster of contrasts with some surprises. Here's a best and worst list:
As the new year approaches, many of us in the dimly lit brotherhood of computer clumsoids (and our number is legion) feel the sharp prod of IT experts who blow themselves blue encouraging we Luddites to change passwords once a year like smoke alarm batteries or high school girlfriends or underwear on "Duck Dynasty."
Paul Ryan is now polling first in Iowa for the next presidential election. If Ryan is encouraged by this news, he is not much of a student of recent political history. Polling first in Iowa more than two years prior to the state's overhyped, first-in-the-nation caucuses is a bit like being told by the guy at the convenience store that the lottery ticket he just sold you is the winner. Take it with a huge grain of salt.
I find comfort and inspiration in music -- all kinds of music. So when I see how obsessed the media have become with the 2016 U.S. presidential election -- barely a year after the last one -- I'm reminded of the Steve Miller Band's "Fly Like an Eagle." The chorus goes, "Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future."
In this season of fighting over the true meaning of the season, I offer my short (and admittedly incomplete) list of things which could make the world a better place all year round:
This just in from the North Pole: Santa says that his home is ice free!
You're familiar with the noise America has heard for a long time. It will continue, but it's easily unmasked.
The official arrival of summer is just weeks away. If you listen closely, you will soon be able to hear kids all over town chanting that classic phrase: "school's out for summer!"
Pulled out the paper this bright Monday morning and started reading. Of course, I have my bagel with strawberry cream cheese, oat bran cereal and tall glass of orange juice at the ready. I know how to start my holiday day.
While I was not yet living when it was fought, World War II has shaped so much of the world in which I have lived. It framed the whole idea of valor and courage and sacrificial service. And it wasn't only those who served in uniform who experienced the war, and felt that they played a vital part in bringing about a good and swift conclusion to it. In truth, we were a nation at war. Soldier and civilian were on the same team, working for a common goal, with mutual respect and honor.
I have watched helplessly in recent weeks and months with a growing sense of alarm, fearing that our generation is witnessing the death of one of the most vital pillars of liberty: the freedom of individual thought and the free exchange of ideas. While it's true that the First Amendment only protects people from government reprisals for speaking freely, social media and mass media lynch mobs are just as much a danger in a free society as any oppressive government.
Memorial Day is almost here and that means a three-day weekend for most Americans. The annual holiday in honor of the brave men and women who've died serving our country to keep us safe and free is also considered the unofficial start of summer! Flags will be raised in honor of those we've lost, while families and friends will gather for backyard barbeques, lawn games, and poolside fun.
Followers of this column know that five weeks ago my daughter Katie was struck by a motorcycle in India. Katie suffered severe traumatic brain injury; required emergency cranial surgery, was comatose two days, spent six days in the ICU, and subsequently required 16 further days of hospitalization to recover sufficiently well for the 24 hour jet trip back home. Landing at LAX, Katie immediately spent two days at UCLA for a thorough work up, followed by one month of outpatient cognitive and occupational rehab. Five days ago, virtually fully recovered,