I'm right. I'm always right. I cling to my right-ness as a part of my identity; it is core to who I am. Some of it comes from how I was raised, some from my friends, some from what I learned in college or read in a book. Now it is simply sugar in the... Continue Reading →
You would never use just one word to define a place, or a historical figure, or a feeling, or a food, or even another word. It would be completely inadequate. You might say "tasty"... and then you add, "But the lemon flavor is a little too overpowering." Or you might say "bored"... but then you would say, "Because I miss my friend who is away on a trip." And although some of our personal culture and identity are tied to the words "black" and "white", these words are incomplete when used as the sole definition of a human being.
Can I be honest with you without you judging me? Ah well, I'll just be honest with you and let you do with it as you will. Because this is about me, not you. You probably don't deal with this problem. Here is my honest confession: I routinely get wrapped up in other people's issues.
Today, I heard the stories of a homeless woman and a teenage refugee boy. The boy left home when he was 10 years old to go to a refugee camp eight hours from his home. Unfortunately, he didn't go because his home or his village were threatened. He went because his aunt, who lived in... Continue Reading →
I wasn't with her, and I am not with him. But I am lucky enough to have friends and family on both sides of this spectrum who keep me informed on the emotional climate around lots of issues, including the election - and my Facebook feed has felt so dichotomous for the last two days... Continue Reading →
I recently went to my Hindu friend's house for lunch. As we were heading out the door, my daughter decided to put a sticker on her forehead so that she could look more like my friend. When I pointed it out to my friend, she immediately offered both of my daughters some of her bindis -... Continue Reading →
I got a little peek into a political time capsule when we moved into our house a few years ago, which we bought from the original owners. They left several old bins, tubes, and flyers hidden in crannies around the house, and one day we found old flyer for a local mayor from the 1970's hidden... Continue Reading →
I grew up practically next door to the Jewish hub of Pittsburgh - a neighborhood with over 20 synagogues and where an estimated 40% of residents are Jewish. I didn't know it then, but I had a unique experience compared with many of my friends who grew up in other parts of the country. I thought it... Continue Reading →