She stood her ground. She never left Daddy's side. She did not flinch. She was Mother Courage.
This Father's Day is a little different. It has taken on a new importance. This year, I'm a dad. And I'm oddly excited about it.
I do the "Park and Ride" thing, meaning I park my car at my daughter's high school visitor parking lot in the morning when I drop her off, and I catch the bus the rest of the way to work.
Discontent of the rural poor in the global south and the hunger of almost a billion humans fill the tinder box of revolution. Great corporations control both land and agricultural production. Dispossession and desperation follow; so do profits.