Oct 6 2014
Now that the New Year is over, let’s talk about the “gap year” because it’s been on my mind. The gap year? Yes. The gap year.
Not what you were expecting after Yom Kippur, I know. But take a listen.
What’s a gap year, you say? Well, a gap year is the time between when a teenager finishes high school and starts college. Gap year consciousness and gap year programs are becoming increasingly popular in the US. In fact, Harvard actually recommends a gap year to all incoming students, Princeton has an entire gap year department, and Tufts now offers a stipend to students who do a social justice gap year.
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Dec 5 2012
Photo credit: Daniel Jankovic Productions
As the holiday season begins, I am reminded again of my distaste for consumerism, commercials that only revolve around Santa Claus, and the assumption on every street corner that everyone celebrates Christmas. In my grumpiness, I am also reminded of my desire to break out of the Scrooge-rut and try and find joy in the holiday season.
What occurred to me about my distaste for the consumer madness is that I feel it especially negatively impacts my (and your, I suppose) children. All of those prodding commercials and ads in the newspaper and the signs and posters and billboards, the turning of a trip to the mall anytime between Thanksgiving and January a maze of Santas beckoning you to sit on their laps, shops enticing you with sales–bah, Humbug. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 27 2012
My phone performed a tremendous act of tzedakah and gemilut chasadim (acts of love and kindness) last week. Here’s what happened.
Upon landing in Atlanta with my two boys, I gathered our two suitcases, shlepped our carry-ons, and waited curbside for our ride to come. The three of us were in Atlanta (my husband was to have five days to himself) to stay with my best friend, her 3-year-old, and her 2-month-old. In addition, I was slated to appear there at the Bellies to Babies event to benefit Midwifery International alongside the natural birth/homebirth guru and mother of modern midwifery, Ina May Gaskin.
Anyway. We were waiting curbside and an old African-American man in a wheelchair is wheeled out by one of the airport escort types who wheel people outside to curbs. This man had been on our flight from Los Angeles, and I remembered seeing him at LAX and noticing how frail and sweet he looked. And I felt sad that he was all alone, because I am just the type of person who feels sad when they see frail old people in wheelchairs alone. Read the rest of this entry →