I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal’…I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
Thankfully so. Last year ended in one of the most tragic and uncertain ways in recent history. With the shootings at the Clackamas Town Center and at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut, holiday cheer was replaced with generous helpings of fear, doubt and wondering what our world was coming to.
Growing up outside the U.S., I never fully appreciated the Thanksgiving holiday. So, when I sat at my first traditional turkey feast only a month after I came here, I wondered how I’d managed to survive without this magical day. I was hooked. It became one of my favorite holidays, as much for the food as for the family and friends I knew I’d see.
Nelson Mandela, Aung San Suu Kyi, Mother Teresa and Martin Luther King Jr. have one thing in common: They’re all recipients of the Nobel Peace Prize.
There’s nothing quite like standing and waiting for 45 minutes on cold, wet pavement for a streetcar to come trundling around the corner. Recently I’ve been doing a lot of that.
Not all college majors are created equal. So says the Washington, D.C.-based business forecast publisher and personal finance advice company Kiplinger. Based on its research of the employment rates of graduates, it has identified the top 10 majors least likely to get you a job.
It took almost exactly 60 years to the day for three Kenyans to hear the words they’d spent most of their adult lives waiting for—the words saying that the tortures they experienced at the hands of the British colonial government were “arguable cases in law.”
We all know that Twitter is a marketer’s dream. Who would have known a few years back that in 2012 a celebrity’s public relations strategy would entail typing a sentence about where they just picked their nose, and as a result gain a couple hundred new fans.
A shame-faced politician in a well-tailored suit walks up to a podium with his wife and supporters dutifully lined up behind him—it doesn’t bode well. It’s usually a sign that an explanation or apology of sorts is imminent. Anthony Weiner, Bill Clinton, Eliot Spitzer, Richard Perry…the list is endless.
A couple weeks ago, a national headline made many of us wonder if we hadn’t all been transported back 100-plus years.
The other day someone said to me, “As a voter, I feel impotent.”
We were reminiscing about four years ago, when there seemed to be so much hope in the air—hope that things could and would change and that our vote was part of making that happen.