This weekend I went T.V. shopping. Every monitor, on a long wall of televisions, was tuned to images of Americans protesting the deaths of Michael Brown and Eric Garner. A little boy, no older than six, stood next to a sixty inch screen and asked, “Mommy, why are those Black people mad?” The boy’s mother winced, blushed, and hurried away …
The power of free time
Over our Thanksgiving break I was really looking forward to relaxing with my family. There would be no schlepping to dance lessons, tennis lessons, acting lessons, or art lessons There was no karate practice. There was no homework. My husband and I were delighted. My daughters, naturally, complained. After two rounds of family board games, the kids begged to swipe …