How is it that peace is so looked down upon? And love? It always makes me laugh when sweet, demure looking, white haired, little old ladies give us a ‘thumbs down’ for holding peace signs on the corner… it is quite a picture.
When my oldest son, a Marine, left for war and crossed the border from Kuwait into Iraq in March 2003 I started writing my conscience. After two tours that young combat veteran’s mother is now an ardent peace activist and advocate for social, environmental and economic justice.
MGx has matured since those early vents and ramblings and now covers relevant and important local and regional matters in addition to national and global affairs.