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Who are Refugees? — part 2

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Zeina, a Syrian refugee who came to Detroit in 2012 with her mother and younger brother.

This is part two in a series. To read Part 1 first, click here.

I’m sitting on my bed, deciding where to go to breakfast with my husband on a Sunday morning.  We slept soundly last night. I will brush my teeth, take a hot shower (as long as I like) and have my choice of clothes to wear for the day. Then we will go get breakfast and enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the day. The safety and comfort of home is a normalcy in my life and community, as is the freedom to go and do whatever I like.  This is not the case for refugees. These simple everyday things are exactly what they are seeking — a place that will allow them to simply be.

ref*u*gee

a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster.

Here are two stories about two groups of refugees after their relocation to the United States and Canada. Continue reading

Who are Refugees? — part 1

Elena, a 14-year-old Honduran refugee fleeing gang and sexual violence in her country.

Elena, a 14-year-old Honduran refugee who fled to Mexico to escape gang and sex violence.

The new President’s executive order on immigration has provoked a lot of discussion about immigrants and refugees. In the midst of this, and to help us develop informed opinions, it is important that we remind ourselves who these refugees are.

ref*u*gee

a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster.

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2016 Giving Party Update

My lovely little niece with one of the care packages we put together. Each had toiletries, granola bar, V-8, pair of socks, beef jerky, hand warmers and a $5 McDonalds gift card.

My lovely little niece with one of the care packages we put together. Each had toiletries, granola bar, V-8, pair of socks, beef jerky, lip balm and a $5 McDonalds gift card.

“No one ever became poor by giving.”
—Anne Frank

 

Here is a quick recap on our Giving Party for 2016! I’m sorry it is so late! If you don’t know,  The Giving Party is an annual party we throw each year where we focus on giving to others in our community. We invite our family and friends to give to a handful of our favorite charities, as well as bring canned foods and toy donations for those in need around the holidays. Below is an update I sent out to everyone that participated this year. If you are interested in being involved next year, please give us a holler! We plan for next year to be even bigger and better and would love for you to join in. Continue reading

Ask for Generosity

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Photo by Meja Petric, courtesy of Unsplash.com.

This Christmas, we decided to do something different. It was my husband’s idea. He was inspired by the images of refugees fleeing war and the contrast between those in need and the oncoming glut of excess that seems to follow Christmas. He said, “Why don’t we have a party where the whole idea is about giving to others?” We decided to call it a Giving Party. We had no idea if anyone would be interested. It is a busy time of year and folks are already stretched thin with their time and wallets. We gave it a go anyway. Continue reading

Breathe.

Photo by Free Image Bank.

Photo by Free Image Bank.

As a child, I was terrified of swimming. I remember taking the entry-level swimming class three summers in a row. The instructor would say, “Okay, time to go under water.” I’d say, “I don’t want to get water up my nose.” The instructor would smile, “It’s okay, you won’t get water up your nose. You’ll be fine.” I was a trusting little kid, so I’d under water only to come up choking and gasping for air, with water stinging my nasal passages and chlorine in my eyes. I gripped the side of the pool and thought, “What the hell kind of place is this?!”

Those days were distant memories until a friend asked me to do a triathlon this summer. Continue reading

An Atheist and a Christian Walk into a Bar…

A photo of said atheist and Christian. photo by Jackie Hobbins.

A photo of said atheist and Christian. photo by Jackie Hobbins.

I’m a Christian and my husband, Mike, is an atheist. This one fact about our relationship seems to be a fascinating conversation starter for many. I used to bring it up bashfully,  depending on the audience. In short, in Mike’s work community–he’s a research scientist–religion is not always viewed favorably, whereas in my own religious community, admitting you are married to a non-believer usually brings on a flood of ensuing pity and the predictable “Oh, don’t worry dear, he’ll come around.” Continue reading

The Things We Cannot See

photo by Danist Soh

photo by Danist Soh

Invisibilia is the latin word for all invisible things. It is also a new National Public Radio show about the invisible forces that control human behavior. Created by Alix Spiegel and Lulu Miller, in its first two months of broadcasting, it has touched on:

The show does describe some phenomenal people but beyond that, it teaches its listeners about things that affect us everyday—that we would not ordinarily recognize on our own. Then it shows the science behind those ideas, lending weight to some concepts that could otherwise seem lofty and out of touch.

As an example, take Daniel Kish, a blind man who can see. Sounds crazy right? Continue reading

Good Peep #1: Meet Christy

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Christy running at 6 AM in -3 °F weather… and she somehow got me to go with her. It was awesome, and that white stuff on her hair and eyelashes – yeah, it’s frost.

Christy Kohler. She is one of those people who, the first time you hang out, you tell way more then you should. Then you hope they still want to hang out with you… Well lucky for me, she did. Not only does Christy know how to get you to talk, she pretty much kicks ass at life. Here are a few Christy facts: Continue reading

Go on! Do that thing you’re scared of

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photo by Forrest Cavale

I have always liked poached eggs. They are these beautiful, bright-white pearls of breakfast goodness, with this brilliant, yellow, sunny inside, just waiting to be burst with a fork tine and soaked up on toast. They truly are magnificent.

I have tried to make a poached egg many a time, only to end up with a grotesque scramble of pasty-boiled egg tendrils. Ugh. You eat first with your eyes and that is nasty. Time after time, the watery mess took my beautiful breakfast dreams and turned them into into fetid tentacled nightmares. I’ve had so many fails on the poached egg, that the idea of trying again would literally make me nervous. I reserved it for a special treat at restaurants and just decided I was not cut out for making poached eggs. Did you hear that? I was scared of an egg. An egg!

At least that’s how it used to be. Continue reading