by admin | May 25, 2023 | Activism, Aging, Blogging, Disaster, Floodplain management, Journalism, Medical, Natural Hazards, Personal health, Personal history, Public health, Resilience, Urban forest, Urban Planning
I was lying half awake in bed at 4 a.m., unable to return completely to sleep after using the bathroom. My mind kept rolling over various competing obligations and necessities, and the thought hit me: “You must catch up while slowing down.” Frankly, that made about as...
by admin | Mar 20, 2023 | Activism, Chicago, Government, Politics
As a general rule, I am not about to tell people that the fate of the world depends on someone’s election to city council, even in a large city. On the other hand, some people climb the ladder to higher office after winning at local levels. But if candidates have...
by admin | Jan 2, 2023 | Activism, Christianity, Death, Environment, Nature, Parks, Personal history, Resilience, Urban forest, Urban Planning
I am a tree lover, but not a tree hugger. I think there is a difference, although I do not wish to demean tree huggers in any way. I am simply coming from a different place, viewing matters through a different lens. I can understand the emotional response that trees...
by admin | Dec 19, 2022 | Activism, Chicago, Crime, Government, Politics, Public health, Public policy, Public safety
On Friday, December 16, our grandson Angel was attending a biology lab class at Malcolm X College, one of the City Colleges of Chicago, where he is currently aiming to lay the foundation for a health care career. In his first quarter in college, he has not yet...
by admin | Nov 3, 2022 | Activism, Art, Government, Poetry, Politics
It was a thrill standing on the ledge until I surveyed the pavement hundreds of feet below. Then I voted against the deniers. Jim Schwab
by admin | Sep 12, 2022 | Activism, Books, Chicago, Crime, Government, Immigration, National security, Personal history, Public policy, Racism, Religion, Social Equity, Social Science, Terrorism
When I first moved to Chicago, in November 1985, I came alone from Omaha. My wife, who grew up in Nebraska, chose to stay there until the fall semester was over. She was teaching across the river in the Council Bluffs, Iowa, public schools. I needed to settle in with...
