Many carry heavy burdens, but helping lighten the load always makes you stronger. Seduced by flashing lights and bustling crowds, I have always wanted to move away to a bigger city. Skyscrapers and taxi cabs make me smile. This is how I have felt since I was
You are a hardworking person with a family to support. You have a job, a home, a car and a truck, and are living a good clean life. The stock market crashes. Your small business fails. You live off of savings while you look for a job. Your car breaks
Looking out on the morning through the front door. The most important thing about choosing a place to volunteer consistently is to choose an activity that you already love. Since childhood, I have loved words. You could not drag me away from a book if you tried, but
Donating to the ReStore is a cinch. They'll even come pick up your donation in their big truck! The aesthetic of a home has a huge impact on those who live there. No one wants to feel that their house is shabby; no one wants to feel bad
Looking off into a horizon full of healthy meals.... I must have driven past the Church Health Center hundreds of times on my way to and from school. The word “health” makes it fit right into the backdrop of the Memphis Medical District, but the CHC uses the
South Memphis comes on gradually as you drive. Broken glass here, a boarded up house there. It’s a neighborhood marred by evidence of neglect, that no one cares: chipped paint, litter, and overgrown weeds. The view from Knowledge Quest's front door on this balmy spring day was breathtaking.
Today I visited two non-profit organizations because, honestly, when forced to choose between worth-while causes, the simple answer is to choose both. St. Mary's Church is Catholic, but volunteers of every creed help out here. Got up at the crack of 6:30 this morning to be at the
MIFA is dear to my heart because like every other child in Memphis at Thanksgiving, I have dutifully brought cans of creamed corn and lima beans to school to "put the GIVE back in Thanksgiving, y'all." Even in law school, there was one day where you could bribe the professor
Towards the end of my graduate school experience, there was a sudden and palpable sense of desperation as everyone began to look for a job. Not a summer job, not a seasonal job wrapping gifts, but an actual grownup job with benefits and career prospects and, gasp, a salary. I