Four hundred people are joined together, eyes shining, faces bright, voices raised in a glorious chorus. I am sitting in a small concert hall, eyes darting between the sheet music in my open binder and the brilliant conductor on stage.
It’s wedding season and we are booked. Our weekends are filled witnessing couples walking down the aisle and standing together under the Chuppah.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I remember pausing on the playground to listen to an announcement over the loudspeaker: “Attention students: if one or both of your parents works in New York City, please come to the main office.
YOLO- You Only Live Once- has rapidly grown into a trendy motto that encourages daring and reckless behavior amongst today’s youth. When I flew across the country to Washington, D.C. this summer, I committed the impulsive and spontaneous concept of YOLO to my mind.
There isn’t anything quite like summertime in DC. Young adults flock to the nation’s capital for a once in a lifetime living and working experience. But for me, I’m fortunate enough to have a second ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity.
More than two years have passed since the Deepwater Horizon explosion and BP oil spill disaster in the Gulf Coast. The incident led to the death of 11 workers, and additionally devastated the surrounding environment and economy, and poses ongoing challenges to the Gulf’s workforce.