Looks can be deceiving. Take Houston PD’s chief of police, Art Acevedo and HPOU president Joe Gamaldi. First, there’s Art. He’s straight-up got the “cop-look”. Swarthy and good-looking. Manly. Reeking with machismo. Squared away and buttoned-up. Gig-line straight. Brass polished. Commanding attention and respect. Articulate. Intelligent. Giving his press conferences in two languages so everyone…… Continue reading Looks Can Be Deceiving
HR 5698 passed the House of Representatives yesterday by a not-even-close vote of 382-35. This “Protect and Serve Act” provides Federal penalties for people who deliberately target local, state, and Federal law enforcement officers with violence.
“We are deeply saddened by the loss of Zackari. When I sat with his wife and held her hand I could see in her eyes that her life was over.” – Douglas County Sheriff Tony Spurlock Sheriff Spurlock was speaking about Gracie Parrish, the wife of Deputy Zackari Parrish who was killed on duty in…… Continue reading Without him…
Silence. That’s what you’ve heard from me. Silence about the Las Vegas shootings. Silence because it takes me time to process events like this. Silence because I process these events quietly and privately. And, you know, I almost never do anything quietly. But senseless killings take me to a much quieter place where I have…… Continue reading Silence
Warning: I make no promises this post will not contain a bit of profanity. You can overlook it and cut me some slack or you may wish to not read any further. Either way works for me because sometimes, a situation just calls for a bad word or two here and there. I often recommend…… Continue reading Water Seeks Its Own Level
The biggest question I get from people when they find out that my husband and my son are police officers is always one of these two questions: “Doesn’t his job scare you to death?” “Don’t you worry about him all the time?” Well, I’m going to tell you the truth…because you know I write the…… Continue reading My Faith is Bigger than My Fear
That one blue ribbon. I saw it as soon as I topped the hill. There were no other mementos. No other ribbons. Just one thin, blue ribbon tied at the end of the monument. And I wondered. I wondered who tied on that ribbon. I honestly don’t know why I wondered who it was, because…… Continue reading Someone