By Alexander Justice Moore Director of Development, DC Central Kitchen I'm lucky enough to work in a place held up by pillars of hope. Every day in D...
One in three children in Washington, D.C. lives in a home where there simply is not enough food for them to eat. That means they go to bed hungry. They wake up hungry. They go to school hungry.
The D.C. that I now also consider home is not what I remember. It's electric and unpredictable in ways that makes this city a place where raw ideas can grow and mature.
At a time when the food stamp program is keeping millions out of poverty and easing the struggles of those who are already poor, our Congress is mulling over how best to cut the program. Perhaps three ghosts need to pay our "leaders" a visit and awaken their Scrooge-ish consciences.
On May 7, 1998, my daughter, Shannon, a 23-year-old student, was raped and killed by a man who broke into her apartment at 2 a.m. Her killer previously had raped at least four other women, but police failed to realize they had a serial rapist on their hands because detectives had classified two of the cases as "non-criminal offenses."
It is my fervent hope that my students will go on to help lead our country. They understand that decency is fundamental to true success.
Those who are hungry, those who are living unsheltered, those who desperately need what so many of us certainly do take for granted, are not animals in a zoo from which we all can learn. They are human beings who need our attention, resources and support.
We live in a region that is blessed with such diversity; there are people of so many different races, creeds, and colors. But they all share one thing in common: they truly want better for their community.
Part of the problem in D.C., and nationwide, is the stigma that comes from not pursuing a traditional, college-oriented high school diploma. Our obsession with four-year colleges is certainly one of the reasons why disconnected youth see dropping out as their only other option.
We live in a region that consistently makes "best" lists -- 50 Best Cities, Best Cities to Find a Job. The truth is, those lists only apply to some of our community's residents. For others, this has become an increasingly difficult place to live with resources that are always just out of reach.
This December 9th is the due date of a woman I will probably never meet. She lives in a tarpaulin-tent in some woods behind a convenience store, in a Maryland town a few miles north of where I sit right now. Few of our clients are expectant women, but it's not unheard of.
In surveying the year in landscape architecture, "aptness," a word favored by the great Modernist landscape architect Dan Kiley seems, well, appropria...
Even if this tradition was started to raise the profits of an electric company, you have to enjoy the beauty of this "American holiday tradition that continues to bring citizens together to share in a message of hope and peace."
I respect, although I don't agree with, citizens who feel public assistance recipients should be drug-tested. But I loathe Washington insiders who have one set of rules for ordinary Americans, and a different set for their friends.
I couldn't help but tear up when a little girl told the crowd that "adoption is when your auntie becomes your mommy." So much power in one sentence.
At these five prime properties around the globe, looking out your window (or stepping out of the lobby) means seeing not just a few city lights or some nice landscaping, but rather a national monument, an ancient marvel or a natural wonder.