U.S. Attorney Eric Holder announced the federal government would seek the death penalty against Tsarnaev. But the death penalty, even in this horrible case, is unlikely to serve the interests of the people of Massachusetts and the taxpayers of America.
Sometimes in life we, as a community of basically good-natured and hopeful individuals, are thrown a very dangerous and tragic curve ball. Sadly, this curve ball affects the tapestry of so many lives
Despite warnings and near-constant reminders, many governments and first-responder agencies haven't thought thoroughly about communicating with the public during a crisis. In fact, most haven't even written a crisis communications plan.
When the good people of the Boston Athletic Association decided to extend a guaranteed entry to all the 2013 runners who hadn't been able to finish, of course I accepted. No question. But why am I taking my daughter?
It leads one to wonder -- are we capable of such generosity of spirit only under special circumstances? Can we only see others in danger when we ourselves are close to danger?
On April 15, 2013, I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and walked to Mass General Hospital to begin my ER shift. It was the day of Boston marathon, and we were prepared for the usual influx of people with heatstroke and dehydration. Just before 3 p.m., we received the call that nobody could have predicted.
For more than a decade, I was a familiar face near the finish line. But last year, I missed the Boston Marathon.
By being lucky enough to have lived in and loved that city, I will always be Boston strong. To know the city is to love the city, and I look forward to celebrating hope, strength, and Bostonians on April 21.
On this Marathon Monday, we will feel it all, all over again -- chaos, awe, inspiration, pain, honor and bliss -- but none of us will feel it alone.
For years I've had this dream: Sometimes I'm a bird, other times I'm fully human. Always it's a dive into the ocean. Bird, me as a child, as an adult -- no matter, in the dream, it's straight to the bottom I go. With bloody fingers, with a scratched beak, I try to excavate, to retrieve something hard to see.
As the one year anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing approaches, the echoes of that day still swirl in this city and in our own memories. We are a community forever bound, not by the scope of the tragedy, but by the eloquent and seamless scope of our response.
In the days after the marathon bombing, I witnessed so many Bostonians experiencing a mental state I'd had as my normal baseline for years: intrusive memories, intense shock, fear, anger, sadness.
People were screaming. Something had gone horribly wrong. Almost without thought, I left my dad and ran towards.
Whenever our sense of safety and security is shattered by these types of events, restoring that emotional stability is not a simple undertaking. The central nervous system needs time to reset and process the loss of that very same safety and security that was taken away.
Bigotry never plays a constructive role in the political discussion, yet Miller's Judaism has drawn comments of a very bigoted and vile nature since the Bidondi incident.
Boston is the home of Book of Odds, and in memory of those killed and wounded, and in honor of the bravery and solidarity displayed by so many, we use our tools to look at the odds of this horrific attack.