One day this past week, I walked down the Mt. Vernon Square Metro escalator, heading home from work, just like I do every day.
“Excuse me!” Someone yelled, maybe 25 feet or so away from me. I’m not interested. I had a train to catch and if I gave my undivided attention to everyone asking for money outside Metro, I’d never get anywhere. It’s a very common thing.
“Fucking white people,” the guy said in my direction when it was clear I wasn’t going to answer him.
Here’s my father with former Washington Post reporter Michael Abramowitz at the graduation ceremony.
On Tuesday, my father, Bill Sumner, became a certified tour guide at the United States Holocaust Memorial and Museum.
After his months of preparation, his first duty, along with the other new tour guides, was to take his friends and family around for a tour.
A couple of weeks ago I went to Leisure World in Silver Spring to watch by former Hebrew School principal, Harriet Steinhorn-Roth, talk about her time during the Holocaust. Of course, I brought along my new camera equipment and recorded it (I could’ve done a better job if I knew what I was doing, but it is what it is).
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There are two people who used to be in my life that had wronged me. I can sum up their actions with one word – betrayal. Continue reading “Nightmares”
From 2003-2005, I was a court appointed special advocate, or CASA, for Montgomery County, MD. I was given one client, and I spent two years with him before the case was closed.
When I first met him, he was living in a group home, away from his mother as the living conditions at her house weren’t deemed suitable by the county, to put it nicely.
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