I’m No Superstar
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.
Last Saturday, our friends Marsha and Kerry took us to the “Elvis Birthday Bash,” a program at the American Music Theatre that features two Elvis impersonators—Scot Bruce (as younger Elvis) and Mike Albert (as older Elvis). Now I would not consider myself an Elvis fan. I would have said before Marsha and Kerry took us
Friday, November 16, is a big day in Lancaster County! It’s the annual Extraordinary Give (#extragive) sponsored by the Lancaster County Community Foundation. The foundation puts up a financial pie of $500,000, and 500 community organizations get a piece of the pie proportionate to the funds they raise in this one day through the Extraordinary Give!
“The first time you saw me, I was cleaning your bathroom floor! Only you didn’t see me.” It’s a line from a movie (Maid in Manhattan), but it’s the reality for maids, waiters, and cashiers everywhere. They’re invisible people. Often, we simply don’t see them. In fact, arrests have occurred because criminals were so unaware
Last week I blogged about homelessness. I listed five questions people ask about homelessness and poverty. Through statistics that come from here in Lancaster County, I attempted to dispel some myths and answer some questions. But I saved the last question for today—Why should my hard-earned tax dollars go to supporting them? I did that because
What does homelessness look like? What does poverty look like? Why don’t those people get a job? Why don’t they manage their money better? Why should my hard-earned tax dollars go to supporting them? Last month at my American Business Women Association (ABWA) meeting, I heard my friend Cheryl address these issues. Cheryl works at
“How are they doing?” the man whispered to me in a quiet corner. I knew who he meant. He was asking about someone in my extended family who is facing some severe health issues that are affecting their quality of life. “They’re doing okay. Thanks for asking.” I so appreciated his concern for them. “But