100words… The sun rises, and it’s here again. The first day of school. My backpack, those fat #2 pencils, new clothes, my name tag in case I got lost, and hundreds of other forlorn faces. Some kids were angry. You could see it in their eyes. Their parent’s eyes. A sad hardness. But we made alliances, made pacts, friendships… And we grew. Now our kids face the same journey, and all we can do is love them and let them learn. It’s hard. It’s life. It’s amazing. The first day of school. If we’re smart, we all learn something. Again.

How is it that Mexico can be so screwed up? I live 30 miles away from the border and this morning I went to Starbucks and Einstein bagels and thirty-five miles away three people were beheaded in Tijuana because some coyote wasn’t paid. It ain’t cultural, because I have a shit load of friends from Mexico that are as bewildered as I. Then again, I worked in Baltimore for a decade and I saw a twelve year old boy shoot his mother for a vial of crack. I hope this coffee is strong enough because it’s too early to drink.