It was a cold, wintry evening outside, but I felt a warm feeling inside my heart as I listened to a wonderful group of high school students recite their chosen poems by memory. The beautiful, inspiring and thought-provoking poetry, interpreted through the prism of their youthful, vibrant energy felt like a breath of fresh air-…
What is the language of Love? Does it even need a language? Where does Love live? Does it need a geographic address? Is it limited by national borders or religious beliefs and practices? These are some of the questions I found myself asking as I watched Bajrangi Bhaijaan with my son over the past weekend.…
If you live in the US in the northeast or eastern seaboard, I wonder if your weekend was like mine. After assuring we had needed groceries and supplies, my son and I spent the weekend mostly staying warm and safe indoors- and feeling grateful for not having any interruption in heat or power. The colder,…