Everyone, at some point questions the purpose of their life. Why am I here? What is being alive about? Who am I? How do I fit in the world, in my society? I began what I call my search of Self sometime in my late teens. I was fortunate to grow up deeply loved and respected within a singularly stable home. But I was not genetically connected to the other family members who for generations had been merchants, ...
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It’s August: the month where days leading up to my birthday later in the month are days of remembrance for all those dear to me, with the exception of my beloved Fred, transitioned out of this plane… in August. On August 9, many years ago, my mother Rosa passed, and three years ago, on August 8 it was Ruth’s turn. I ...
As I was considering Josephine Baker adopting a dozen children of different races, ethnicities, and cultures to prove that people of diverse backgrounds can live in peace and harmony with each other, I remember a conversation I had with an East African friend a few years ago regarding the AIDS epidemic that orphaned so many children throughout sub-Saharan ...
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