A group that works to preserve open space in Santa Clara County will receive millions of dollars every...
Cantrell: A reflection on Father’s Day and Juneteenth
There is a piece of fried chicken my family called “Daddy’s back.” The back was bony, more cartilage than meat. It was really just pot meat, the kind of thing that ends up in a pot of greens and not a platter of fried chicken, that my father took every time. “Daddy’s back” was for him, and my mom and the six of us kids left it for Daddy. My relationship with my father is complicated. He was not always the man I needed him to be, and never actually the man I wanted him to be. But I have...
