As my regular readers know, I spent the winter of 2024 to 2025 in Seville answering questions from anxious friends about how to escape the US and move abroad if necessary.
(See the Amigos Project for more on that.)
Now I’m back in California, and my weekly posts are exploring how folks around here are finding ways to stand firm, build connections, and watch out for one another. Like that ragtag flotilla of little boats heading to Dunkirk, we must endeavor to save as many as we can.
And who knows? Maybe our small acts of kindness will add up to something that changes the course of history.
(See the Amigos Project for more on that.)
Now I’m back in California, and my weekly posts are exploring how folks around here are finding ways to stand firm, build connections, and watch out for one another. Like that ragtag flotilla of little boats heading to Dunkirk, we must endeavor to save as many as we can.
And who knows? Maybe our small acts of kindness will add up to something that changes the course of history.
“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged.”
― Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise