As a parting note on my Volunteer Odyssey, I have to confess I am not a Memphis native. (Gasp!) Though I call myself a Memphian and I bleed blue through and through, I was born and raised elsewhere, only moving to Memphis to begin my adult life. I arrived here
There is a beautiful, old house in the heart of Midtown that you may have passed a hundred times and never known that within its walls there are families re-establishing their independence. The Dorothy Day House of Hospitality (DDHH) provides temporary housing and support to families who are homeless. DDHH
I think everyone has different reasons to volunteer in the community. For me, I think volunteering is a way to really be a part of Memphis, not just someone who lives here. I was so excited to have the opportunity to participate in Volunteer Odyssey, not just to learn more
Itās really hard to be a kid. I think, as adults, we forget about that because we tend to focus on the difficulties of adulthood. But manā¦ Itās tough! Children are self-involved little humans who have to find their way through a world that does not actually revolve around them.
If you live in Memphis, I donāt have to explain to you the difference between East and South Memphis. In my thirteen years as a Memphian, I can count on one hand the amount of times Iāve been to South Memphis. Janie Kathryn, well, our visit to Knowledge Quest was
I have to admit my Volunteer Odyssey experience is really testing the boundaries of my comfort level. It isnāt easy for me (perhaps, for most people) to show up at a place where Iāve never been, meet people whom Iāve never met, and perform tasks with which I have little
It must be very taxing to care for a loved one who is living with Alzheimerās or related disorders. I imagine itās just as difficult to leave your loved one in the care of others, considering the added vulnerability. These were the two thoughts that ran through my head on
On the drive down to MIFA, Janie Kathryn was putting pencil to paper to begin her volunteering journal. From the back seat, āMom, how do you spell delivering?ā When we pulled up to the parking lot of the Vance Avenue landmark, she shoved her notebook into the front seat and
When I went back to school and started working in one three years ago, I spent my first summer at home with my child. Ahh, the coveted gig of an educator. I quickly learned that summer is not exactly a relaxing respite, during which educators and parents rejuvenate themselves for
