By DENNIS HARROD At a trailhead leading to a path through woods and fields flush with late summer’s abundance of gold and green, where the wind rustled leaves and shook a few loose, and a scent of fall hinted at what was to come, someone had scrawled a message of despair meant to harm any …
By JIM McKEEVER I won’t give you their names, but names shouldn’t matter anyway. They are voices at the other end of a phone call, faceless men ages 18 to 48, who tell me their stories in 60, 90 minutes. We say good-bye, I wish them luck and I have no idea what happens to …
By JIM McKEEVER Ten years ago, during the welcoming ceremony for incoming students at my youngest son’s college, a speaker read a poem that ends with a question. Many of you will recognize it, perhaps have claimed it as a mantra. “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and …
By JIM McKEEVER The Facebook message from Julie at Minority Humanitarian Foundation arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. “Hi Jim and Nina would you be available/interested in driving to Calexico tomorrow to pick up an asylum seeker? His wife just called us and he is being released today. … we were wondering if you could pick …
Sense of Decency 