Care I Didn’t Know I Needed

 

Years ago, I moved back to my home state to rebuild my life. So, after several years, I reconnected with a local former colleague on social media. She told me I could stay with her over the weekend until my new apartment was ready the following Monday.

I planned to lay low and stay out of her way, since she was a single mother raising three young children, and I slept on the lower bunk bed. Despite tending to the kids, she kept them busy, served me cookies and cold milk, and sat with me to talk. Having someone to vent to at that time was more than cathartic.

Early Monday morning, she handed me a bundle of freshly washed and folded clothes that she’d taken the liberty of washing without me knowing. I felt so cared for. At the time, I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I’d felt that way.

Yolanda Owens,

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spiritual reflection

Prayer of peace may I come at all times, both now and forever: a protector for those without protection; a guide for those who have lost their way; a ship for those with oceans to cross; a bridge for those with rivers to cross; a sanctuary for those in danger; a lamp for those without light; a place of refuge for those who lack shelter; and a servant to all in need.

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Immigration crackdown: Echoes of another time and place

I love the Opinion -E ditorial section of the paper. I believe we all need to write at least one letter on something we’re passionate about in our lifetime. In saying that, I applaud this reader

Men in combat gear shoot citizens on the streets. Official statements about what’s going on contradict available evidence. The government calls for “patriots” to “protect the homeland” from “agitators” and “terrorists.” Armed commandos roam neighborhoods and break down doors, just looking for people to arrest. The assumption is, if you have darker skin — or if you criticize the government — you don’t have the right to be here. They smash your car window: You were just driving past. Where are your papers? Even if you have the right papers, even if you’re a law-abiding citizen, they can hurt you. They can hurt your children. They can kidnap and imprison you in secret if they call you “illegal” or “terrorist.” Nobody will know where you are. Nobody will know what the truth is.

Friends emigrate in a hurry. Neighbors disappear. Everyone wants to believe that this isn’t happening here, not in our city, not in our neighborhood — but the fear is everywhere.

This is how life was where I grew up, in apartheid-era South Africa.

America, do you really want this?

Susan Gaylard, Seattle

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Resilience Through Uncertainty

 i don’t believe my ancestors survived because they were certain everything would work out. i believe they survived because they refused to let uncertainty steal their ability to imagine something better.

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Curb appeal

Curb appeal is like a first date. When you see a house for the first time in person, you’re sizing it up. Is it attractive? Does it feel safe? Are you comfortable there? Can you see it fitting into your life? Or is it run-down, neglected and looking like it needs a lot of work to be a place you want to spend your time? –Bree Coven

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