Rest in peace, Dr. Hardy Jones
We lost a true Los Altos icon and a man of great warmth, artistic talent, intelligence, love and, definitely (beyond a shadow of a doubt), a positive attitude that was unmatched. Dr. Hardy Jones passed away Dec. 28 with, according to his wife, Jane, a smile on his face, sipping a glass of wine and surrounded by family.
Hardy always had an expression: “Today is a great day.” It was a pleasure beyond all doubt being Hardy’s friend and neighbor for more than 40 years. Every day when I look in my yard and see sculptures of our sawtooth crocodile, our kitty cat and, especially, a sculpture of “Retirement” man done by Hardy for my husband, Bill, upon his retirement, I will always think of Hardy.
RIP Hardy. On second thought, resting in peace is not your style. Keep on sculpting, smiling and loving as you have always done in the Great Beyond.
Because love is in my wheelhouse
I’m traveling to Washington, D.C. this week with my mother and my sister for the Women’s March on Washington the day after the inauguration of our next president. I’ve been met with many reactions since sharing that news, from heartfelt good wishes, to “let it go, the election is over.”
I will be marching to send my new president and his administration a message. That “women’s rights are human rights.” That I fear our ship has lost its course in the night, and we all must now work together to right it. And so I march.
I march because my dad, raised in the deep south in a sexist and racist Southern Baptist congregation but who went on to be one of the staunchest champions of civil liberties and feminism I have ever known, is no longer here to do so. My compass still finds North in his example.
I march because three of my children’s regular babysitters are Muslim Americans. They and their families will have my respect, my thanks and my solidarity in any storm.
I march for my family, so that my boys who are growing into the men they will become see their mom standing up for what she believes in and the values that their parents share.
I march because I have an amazing mom who raised my sister and me to weather stormy seas and calm ones alike, with sharp minds and our huge hearts to guide us always. I march because love is in my wheelhouse and right now our nation could use a little more of that.