I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
As I continue to clean up files of blog ideas, I came across a “reflection” that was printed in the May/June 2006 issue of World Ark, the publication of Heifer International. They had excerpted what I would call a poem, but maybe others would call an essay, by John Scalzi, called “Being Poor.” Mr. Scalzi
Want to make slavery even more of an atrocity? Charge the victims with a crime and let the perpetrators go free. Who would do that? American law enforcement, way too many times. As William Kristof wrote in his November 6, 2013, editorial in The New York Times: “Some of the women selling sex there [backpage.com]
Adoption is in the news again because of the halting of adoptions in the Ukraine (or Crimea, if we’re counting that separately now) and the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC). As always this calls attention to the plight of the 150 million orphans in our world today. Barna Group put together an article called
In Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the answer to that is apparently 68.6% of a man. An article last year in the Lancaster newspaper quoted a study by 247WallSt.com that showed Lancaster, where I live, as having the third largest gender pay gap in the country. I’m not surprised, actually. I think the traditional-values orientation of Lancaster
I stopped at McDonald’s the other morning after physical therapy. There wasn’t really enough time to go home before I needed to be at the elementary school to tutor. So I went into MickeyD’s for a snack. My order: The largest ice tea they could give me and a yogurt with fruit and granola. My
Yesterday as my American Business Women’s Association meeting was ending, someone asked me a question. It was a question I thought others might want answered, so I walked quickly up to the person who had spoken and asked her to answer it out loud for the whole group to hear. Sounds like a wise move,
There was a point in time when I assumed the YWCA was simply a Y that catered to women—exercise classes and swim lessons, maybe some after-school programs for girls. It’s not. A few weeks ago I got the opportunity to attend an introductory luncheon at the YWCA in Lancaster and take a tour. I was surprised
I have a confession to make: I am 100% Scandinavian and I hate coffee. My brothers find that appalling. It makes them revert to their childhood torturing, telling me I was adopted. How could I not like coffee? I don’t know. I love the smell and coffee ice cream is my favorite flavor, but I
I’m not much of a beach-goer. Could be that allergy to the sun. Or that my body doesn’t adjust to extreme heat (or cold, for that matter, which has made this winter brutal). And yet I do love bobbing in the ocean. One thing I remember about doing so is how often after spending an
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