Most will agree that Congress does not have a sterling reputation these days -- in fact, it bears the worst public perception of any of our branches of government. Some words you may hear used to describe the deliberating body: dysfunctional, divided, self-serving, broken.
My son, Joshua, recently turned 16 months old. (As a new parent, I’ve learned that we track our young children’s ages by months or even days rather than by years.) As Joshua grows, I witness him becoming increasingly independent and stubborn, particularly when it comes to eating.
Eating has become a daily challenge and game. My wife and I have to transform every meal into an entertaining game of hide-and-seek or peekaboo in order to get him to eat. Then, in dramatic fashion, Joshua will start throwing his food on the floor to emphatically tell us that he is done.
Beth Happick, co-chairwoman for the Baltimore chapter of Women of Vision, attended the 2012 Women of Vision National Conference in Washington, D.C., last month. Here, she shares some inspiring reflections on how the conference helped her become a passionate advocate for those suffering from poverty, injustice, and oppression around the world.
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In late February, some 4,000 people from across the Unites States descended upon the “City of Roses” for two days. They didn’t travel hundreds or thousands of miles for a major sporting event or to see some famous music band.
People are still talking about Joseph Kony. We'll say it again: That’s a good thing.
The Lord's Resistance Army (LRA) is gone from northern Uganda, but thousands upon thousands of children are still vulnerable to violence or are recovering from the LRA’s violent oppression.
Dear presidential candidate,
I consider myself a good citizen and a patriot. I take pride in my country and care about the well-being of my fellow Americans. I want America to prosper. I hope that the United States will be a global leader for good, far into the 21st century.
Every woman has a story. And, like all stories, if you change one page, one paragraph, or even one word, you could change her story.
This is my story.
I was born a girl into a culture that still prefers and elevates boys. I was born into a war-torn country whose new government had stripped its citizens of all their rights and freedoms.
Social justice is a catch-all term that has gone through many seasons of being en vogue and then going out of favor, often suffering from competing definitions and vastly different interpretations. It's like Silly Putty -- that popular substance we used to play with as kids that can be twisted and contorted into whatever shape your heart desires.