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I passed two priests in front of the Catholic church on Mt. Diablo Boulevard in Walnut Creek on Christmas morning. Christmas was on Sunday this year and they were greeting their people as they entered for morning mass. I nodded to them and said “Merry Christmas” and kept trotting along with my daughter in our… Continue reading This is my church
For the last many years, my childhood friend, Jose Antonio Vargas (we just called him “Jose”) has been challenging documented and undocumented Americans alike to define what it means to be American. I decided to take him up on that question. How do I define American? It’s the freedom to struggle, and the freedom to… Continue reading The triumph and tragedy of Jose Antonio Vargas