I’m right. I’m always right. I cling to my right-ness as a part of my identity; it is core to … More
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 … More
I wasn’t with her, and I am not with him. But I am lucky enough to have friends and family … More
I recently went to my Hindu friend’s house for lunch. As we were heading out the door, my daughter decided … More
I got a little peek into a political time capsule when we moved into our house a few years ago, which … More
I grew up practically next door to the Jewish hub of Pittsburgh – a neighborhood with over 20 synagogues and where … More