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It’s National Police Week, which means Judiciary Square, and its Fallen Officer Memorial are glorious. I don’t have a particular connection to police officers but I do have a connection to this place and the painful beauty it reverberates in memory, in mourning but in celebration for lives lost too soon. These were the true good guys – you can see all over the faces of those they left behind, who come to remember.

Judiciary Square, this memorial in particular, are always gorgeous: the squared off green of the lush, full trees; the majestic cool of the stone lions, the waves of names that roll on and on with stories and Read more »

A bright red sign reading: “PLEASE Turn off Lights when Leaving” greeted me bright and early at my Official Government Office Building when I returned from vacation today. I saw it first in the hallway, then another and another, then one in my office itself.

Besides the freakish capitalization and angled placement, besides my oft-repeated wonderings on HOW exactly someone is supposed to KNOW they’re the last one in or out (our office is a square city block and government analyst types, don’t, you know, TALK to each other), something else was creeping up on me, Read more »

My mom and I are off for five days four nights at the spa. The weather is beautiful, I can see the ocean from my bed and be in it in less than 20 seconds and I’ve already taken a class that kicked my booty (literally) and am off to a spa treatment. So I’m NOT COMPLAINING but…

Since our arrival at FLL (ft. lauderdale airport), things have been.. well just a step or two off. Don’t get me wrong, everyone’s nice and friendly and we’re having a great time but…

Among our encounters so far:

• the airport taxi driver who angrily said “pompANo, pomPANo, you have number? I take 95! 95! but then Read more »