As many of you have heard, I’ve been helping plan the Women’s March on Washington. Specifically, I’ve been coordinating the Youth Initiative. It’s been quite a journey the last 3 months and we are now a week away. I’m super excited and can’t wait for Adam, our son and I to participate in this historic event. The support for the march has been incredible. Vogue did a wonderful piece on the organizers.
A few weeks ago, there was another spate of police shootings that involved men of color. I wrote about it for The Stir. You can read my thoughts here. In the interim, Adam and I attended a peace vigil in Brooklyn which highlighted that the problem of systematic racism is highly politicized. There were lots of politicians and policemen and the pandering was so disgusting, I had to leave. I went with some friends from our synagogue and was so heartened that many of them felt and expressed the same annoyance that the gathering was not solution-based.
Now, it’s out of the news.
Since then, there has been a terrorist attack, shootings of policemen and Melania’s ‘borrowed’ speech. It’s out of the headlines and I feel a strong need to not let it fade out of my life.
Stay tuned to hear what we are doing to try to make an impactful change on this very serious issue of systematic racism in America.
Lately, Adam and I have been speaking about religion and how, growing up, it always felt like our religion was under attack. The whole concept of religion is this belief of being the other…the chosen ones. While there is an amount of merit to that isolation, religion as we know it is always changing so those who practice it fervently or even casually, may feel it’s under attack. It’s not unique to any particular religion, though it can be truer for some than others at particular times in certain places. It took a trip to Barnes and Noble to hammer that point home for me. Continue reading
We talk about lots of serious stuff on this blog. It’s an outlet for us to share our journey as we raise our son. Sometimes, though, it’s important to just be. That’s often where Adam and I have the biggest struggles.