In a country that's supposedly so past race, it's quite amusing to watch folks completely trip over it.
Slowly, my perspective started shifting. Instead of looking at how I could manipulate situations to my benefit, my mind was busy trying to think of ways I could make someone's day better.
It makes sense that the world as we know it is falling apart; how else would we finally be able create a world we've always wanted, a world of true creative freedom.
It seems to me that we as a nation are moving dangerously close to Marie Antoinette's attitude about the suffering of our people.
There is only one place to practice compassion: the one you're in. You can never leave this place, but you can turn it inside out.
A Brooklyn street poet named Robert Samuel Snyderman spends his days sitting on a white bucket with a powder blue typewriter, offering to channel his muse for a small donation.
We're deeply attached to our neighborhoods. Yet the things that happen in our backyards are seldom reported in the news.
I grew up in Manhattan on the Upper East Side where the homeless (a term unused back then) were oddities in the 1960's and 1970's, and quickly carted off lest the neighborhood be "sullied."
Not a day goes by that I don't think about some way, shape, or form of how those events could have been prevented. That's the crux of behavioral health.
I find it absolutely off-putting for a children's game to be linked to money. But, I have an idea that could help make the pill a little less bitter, at least for parents like myself.
We need to run out of water; we need to run out of money; we need to run out of gas.
As the icon of America's mothers, the apron symbolized the comfort of the home, with the red, white and blue Victory Apron a reminder of motherhood as a symbol worth fighting for.
The true essence of pride is not an event, but determined by how I choose to lead my life on a daily basis, openly, compassionately and fully expressed.
The ties that bind the Fourth of July together for me are universal constants.
The distractions that tempt us and move us into our own little worlds is formidable and potentially destructive. Yet just as formidable is the generosity of the human spirit.
Just as everyone has a unique gift to give, for most of us it is also buried behind the clothes in the closet. And, tragically, for many people, the deeper gift never gets given.