Commentary: How can we enjoy our lives here when life is hell for Ukrainians?
Two weekends ago, crocuses bloomed in our Midwest garden. Temperatures reached 70 degrees. In the middle of the night, we experienced our first thunderstorm. Any day now, the mourning doves will signal the dawn as they return from Mexico — another signal of spring and renewal. And promise.
On the same day in Ukraine, Russia again violated a cease-fire agreement that would have allowed the trapped citizens of Mariupol to evacuate to other parts of Europe that Russian President Vladimir Putin had not yet invaded. The term “safe evacuation corridor”
