This quarterly message usually addresses bright, big picture topics, but this time circumstances have brought it very close to home. I hope you won’t mind. In the early evening of Sunday, August 30, after many years of declining health, my husband of 33 years went gentle into that good night. Those who were close knew Barry as an incredibly loving person, but he was still quite able to rage against social inequalities and injustices – whether big (think slavery, 9/11, or Rwanda), or small.
