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.
This year has been exceptionally hard for everyone—individuals, families, businesses, organizations and nonprofits. It’s almost over. We’re collectively holding our breaths, hoping (but also scared to hope) that 2021 will ease up. Experts who study charitable giving have been surprised at how generous people were in the first nine months of 2020, even with all
I love Christmas lights. I’m thrilled when people want to decorate their homes like the Griswolds’ in Christmas Vacation. One of my favorite “dates” with Les at this time of year is scoping out well-lit neighborhoods. You know what it takes to run Christmas lights? Electricity. And Americans are facing a crisis over electricity. 17%—that’s
How you doing with your COVID-19 quarantine? I’ve had some bad days lately. In part it’s because I have been thinking how many people are in real danger from this virus. Yes, those over 65 and those with underlying health conditions. But there are so many around the world who are vulnerable to this virus
Every year Les and I go to the Gifts That Give Hope Alternative Gift Fair. We eat great food. Browse the information on nonprofits and choose meaningful gift donations for various family members and friends. Explore the unique fair trade gifts, clothing and chocolates offered. Maybe listen to a musical group. It’s an amazing event.
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
We’ve had a cold streak here in Pennsylvania. And I hate it. I hate being cold. And so in my gratitude journal these last few days I’ve written, “heat.” I’m thankful for heat. So thankful. I’m privileged. I have a warm home in which to weather the weather. Many people don’t. Homelessness is real. In