While our youth silently protest violent homophobia, I implore you to take a moments to ask the tough questions: "Where in my own life do I harbor hatred, fear, anger, and what steps can I take to begin to resolve it?"
Perhaps atypical of Estonian dinner parties, the conversation -- on their part -- flowed. But I couldn't take part. I could only sit and wonder: Who are you people? But I didn't ask. I didn't want to be too American, to pry with invasive questions.
After studying the Obama budget carefully, many of us who have been fighting poverty for years believe this is a moral document, with more commitments to struggling families than any budget in our lifetimes.
Let's just say that I grew up thinking that while Jesus was a suffering member of my tribe I was not supposed to worship; Buddha taught us that "Life as we know it ultimately leads to suffering." You see, I couldn't win.