Monday, January 25, 2021

Eight Points of Light



Our planet hangs suspended in a cold and elegant universe. Shadowed by sorrow, but aglow with profound beauty, we look out at it with eyes that only see slivers of a fuller picture. Late January is a painful time each year for those of us who experienced an event in 1986 that altered our lives. We may awake somewhere in America with frost on our window panes or we may remember the icicles that had quietly formed on the Challenger in the early morning of January 28th as it sat ready to launch. Either way, we feel that threatening chill from 35 years ago once again.   

Leslie Ebeling Serna, the daughter of Bob Ebeling, the engineer most well known for trying to stop the Challenger disaster, reached out to me last summer in response to a letter I had sent. Leslie's life was very much affected by the disaster, she and her father were working for Morton Thiokol, the company that made the shuttle's rocket boosters in Utah. She remembers the windows in nearby houses shaking as the parts were being tested out on the open land. 

photo credit: Alicia Petresc


From 1970's Starry Skies to 1980's Launches

I lived not so far away from Utah in the late 1970's. My greatest joy was when my father would carry me on his back in our yard from where we would look up to the brilliant Albuquerque night sky. We were in a desert city yet to sprawl, there was still so little glow from the city lights, we could see what seemed like a million stars.

As the 1970's became the 1980's, the NASA shuttle era began and my love for the beauty of the universe grew. I was full of wonder when I heard the Reagan Administration had announced sending a teacher to space as part of the shuttle crew.

The Challenger launch was one of the most impactful experiences for the younger wave of Generation X, and for those of us in mid to late elementary school, we were old enough to grasp the significance of the day and still tender enough to be deeply wounded by it. 

photo credit: NASA


We watched the launch on live TV from a classroom. Seventy-three seconds later, the twisting contrail imprinted itself as an image of horror onto the life-long consciousness of my generation. One moment's excitement led to the next moment's confusion and fear; we found ourselves suspended in a place between life and death. 


For months, as the crew prepared for the launch, we had talked about them constantly on our playgrounds and in our classrooms. Soon enough we held them in our hearts, and then, in one day, we lost all seven. 


photo credit: NASA

 Hundreds of letters to Bob Ebeling

And all of this loss is why, even all of these years later, I needed there to be a hero somewhere in the bigger picture of this story - someone who tried to stop this day from happening. This is why I needed to know about Bob Ebeling. No one worked longer or harder at trying to stop the disaster than he did. He spent an entire year trying to convince the managers at NASA that it wouldn't be safe to launch. He didn't want to see people die or for school children to witness a tragedy. But the president wanted it, the pressure to launch was high given the repeated delays, and the warnings that Bob and other engineers gave about launching in such frigid temperatures were ignored. Bob even went so far as sending out a memo titled "HELP."



Five years ago, an NPR article described how Bob was still carrying the weight of the disaster on his shoulders even 30 years later. While he tried to stop it, he blamed himself and felt he should have done more. A second follow-up article told of the response of empathy and support from people by the hundreds in letters and phone calls. This was mainly to tell Bob that he had done the best he could to avert the disaster, and that he was forgiven because he needed to hear those words, even though there really was nothing to forgive. After carrying this heavy burden he took upon himself, he was finally able to lay it down at the end of his life. Four years later, his daughter Leslie was going through some of her parents' old correspondence, and then emailed me about one of those letters - the one I had mailed to him. Out of those hundreds of letters, it was an extraordinary honor to get a response, and the odds were one-in-a-million that we would connect, as she chose just one letter to respond to. What I didn't mention in the letter was that my father was one of the leads working with NASA in Houston to make sure what led to the Challenger disaster would never happen again -- I didn't realize that until later. 

String Theory and the Way our Lives are Tied Together

Physicists describe things at the most granular level, like atoms, with quantum mechanics, or things at the most macroscopic level, like stars, with general relativity -- but these groups usually work independently of each other. String theory is an attempt to reconcile these vastly different worlds, toward a solution that can provide a fuller understanding of our universe.

photo credit: javardh

 I could not understand the fuller story of how the Challenger disaster affected my life until I understood the way it had affected other people, like Bob and his daughter Leslie, who is now a very dear friend. She was there for him and with him the fateful day this all happened, and as she saw his struggle and his suffering, it brought them closer together. In gaining a better understanding of this, I was able to do the same with my own father more recently. We need each other's stories to understand our own. In taking a look at Bob Ebeling's journey and how he affected NASA, I was doing some reading on this, which, amazingly, led me to the work of my own father. While I knew my dad had worked as a NASA contractor in Houston many years after the disaster, focusing on safety certification, I thought it had more to do with on-the-ground operations. While I knew he had done some work involving the International Space Station, I had missed that he was doing so much for the safety of astronauts. It was the Ebeling family getting in touch with me that led me on a journey of understanding where my own family fit into this bigger picture. 

photo credit: Josh Gordon

I had never connected the dots on any of this until Leslie reached out to me. This was both astonishing and redemptive for me, as the Challenger disaster altered my childhood and overshadowed my outlook on life. It was where my distrust of institutions began, it was when my cynicism began. Five years ago, I had written a piece about how this affected my generation, not realizing my father had worked to make this right. Of all the ways I had wished my father could have been there for me, what I can hold onto is that he did this extraordinary thing for all of us who experienced the disaster that day. And because of this, the story, which is always so much larger than what we initially see, can end well. In writing the words, "I forgive you" to Bob, I was forgiving my own father at the same time. 

Heavy Burdens and Heroism

We carry heavy burdens for decades, often those burdens aren't even our own - they are other people's selfishness and careless decisions. Bob carried the burden of others' choices on himself for 30 years. When I was a child, I thought that heroes were the people who showed up at just the right moment to do something amazing or to stop a catastrophic event from happening. Now I realize heroes are the people who do the right thing in the moment, who speak truth to power, and, regardless of the outcome, are still heroes. I now know they are the people who often carry the heaviest burdens of anyone. 

photo credit: NASA


Lunar Rocks and Stained Glass

We take January to look back on a crisis as we live through an era of enormous crises. A lunar rock brought back on Apollo 11 was gifted to the American National Cathedral and embedded in the stained glass. Today the cathedral's bells ring out in memory of Americans lost to the pandemic. Each peal honors a thousand lost lives. By the end of 2020, the daily death toll from Covid-19 was the equivalent of 16 fully loaded 737 jets falling out of the sky. As we start 2021, the numbers continue to rise. The dean of the cathedral reminds us that we are commanded to love one another, that we are not lone individuals free from responsibility - we are dependent upon one another for our very lives. 


The Way Light Travels 

In previous years in the later part of January, I have lit candles for each of our seven fallen heroes. 

This year, I lit eight, adding one for Bob Ebeling and his courageous effort to stop the disaster, and for the struggle in carrying the burden of the disaster afterward.

I set the eight candles on the brick edging of my pool.  The flames flickered in the night breeze.

And then I noticed the reflection of the moon and stars in the water, so I took a picture of the candles from above. The candles glowed  like planets reflecting the brightness of the sun. 

Light from the other corner of the galaxy will travel for millennia before reaching our eyes. It can take us decades to see the bigger picture of our lives, the redemption, the part in the story where things start to get better. Astrophysics tells us that we are all made of the substance of stars. We can map those elements across the Milky Way. Maybe this means that sooner, if not later, we will all find our way back to love, our oneness with each other. In the wake of a supernova, there is this incredible brightness, not in spite of, but because of a cataclysmic explosion, and this is where new stars are formed. Light fills the universe. As the universe expands relentlessly, so does the human story, so does the light, so does the way each of our stories are connected to each other. 

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Afterward:

 
Bob was one of five engineers, including Roger Boisjoly, who warned of the impending disaster. Leslie carpooled with her father to work, and on January 28, 1986, as the disaster happened, she was right by his side. Leslie has done so much to honor her father's memory and integrity. When I asked her what she wants people know about Bob, she said she wants them to know that he was brilliant, and that he was a great father who provided well for his kids. She said that he
 gave them good childhoods full of opportunity and culture, sight-seeing, music lessons, hunting, fishing, skiing, and camping. She said he was very much involved in his kids' lives. 

After the Challenger disaster, Bob retired. He put his efforts and engineering experience into nature conservation. Among the multiple awards he received, President Bush presented him with the Theodore Roosevelt Conservation Award in 1990 for his work. Bob was also a WWII veteran. He married his kind and generous wife Darlene in 1949 and five children followed. She was the love of his life. 

Bob with family, Leslie at his side - early 1960's




Years back, both Bob and Leslie were interviewed by 60 Minutes - there was a pause for a quick photo that day: 



Leslie (center) with Lesley Stahl (right)
 and her assistant (left)


The recent Netflix series, Challenger: The Final Flight gives a fuller picture of the way this piece of history unfolded in the mid 1980's. 
Leslie is one of the people interviewed in the series.

There are parallels between the 2003 Columbia disaster and Challenger, resulting in the loss of 7 astronauts once again. Employees/contractors gave warnings that NASA refused to acknowledge. Something clearly needed to change. In the years that followed, my father came to NASA initially to do risk management through Futron, a NASA contractor, and then as an Environmental, Safety, and Health Lead with Lockheed Martin. He led the OSHA Voluntary Protection Program (VPP) certification process at NASA for Astronaut Training and Mission Control. He and others helped create a better system of communication so that employees on any level could be heard, especially when lives are in danger. While the Challenger Disaster cast a long shadow over my childhood, and that of my friends and generation, it is redeeming to know that my father worked to prevent this from happening again. A message I was able to pass on to Leslie and family from my father was this: What Bob did affected the entire culture of NASA going forward.  

Thank you to my dad, Gary Craik, for all of your hard work on this at NASA. 

And thank you to Leslie Ebeling Serna who became like a sister in the process of this extraordinary journey -- I only saw the bigger picture of this story because of you. 


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My dad and I when I was at the age when he 
would lift me up to see starry night skies. 



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Sources

The Elegant Universe, Brian Greene

Cathedral.org press room - American Mourns 300,000

Space.com - Humans Really are Made of Stardust and a New Study Proves It

Articles by Howard Berkes: 

NPR.org: 30 Years After Explosion, Challenger Engineer Still Blames Himself

NPR.org: Your Letters Helped Challenger Shuttle Engineer Shed 30 Years of Guilt


Weekly Reader - March 7, 1986



And one more note: while visiting with my friend Louise at her house last summer, her small granddaughter randomly picked up a book from the shelf and shook it, and out onto the front porch fell the Weekly Reader article that had been hidden within for almost 35 years! I'd been hoping to find this for so long - an original copy of one of the same ones that young Gen Xers read in our classrooms in 1985-86. As soon as this emerged, I had a feeling someone would be contacting me soon about the Challenger. Just a few weeks later, Leslie emailed me and this whole journey began.  Thank you, Louise! 


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(c) 2021 by Chloe Koffas - all rights reserved 


Photo credits:

AP - picture from Weekly Reader above  

NASA photos posted are public domain 

Artistic photos by photographers on Unsplash.com, names credited in photo captions

Family photos posted with permission from the Ebeling family

additional photos my own 









Wednesday, September 23, 2020

The Human Family Tree



I see you, I hear you.
photo source: Unsplash
Photographer credit: Luis Morera

The Civil Rights Movement of the 1960's was the beginning of  change that was needed, both then and now. This was a movement led to a large extent by the GI Generation and Silent Generation, as they mentored Boomers in their youth about nonviolence. C.T. Vivian of the GI Generation, who we just recently lost, was a minister, activist, and author, an MLK aid who shed his own blood on the front lines of the 60's Civil Rights Movement and helped create a culture of moral leadership. John Lewis, of the Silent Generation, who also just passed away, was often called the Conscience of America. Both of these men continued leading with love as the Black Lives Matter movement gained momentum, just before they left this world. Gen Xers read about the Civil Rights Movement in our history books and learned first hand stories from the parents and grandparents. Some first wave Gen Xers witnessed these protests on the streets as toddlers in strollers. Like the civil rights work of the 1960's, the BLM movement points out systematic and institutional injustice, and just like the 1960's, it is still hard to speak truth to power.  

Say Their Names
Photo source: Unsplash
Photographer credit: Clay Banks 

As statues get torn down, along with the oppressive systems they represent and as protests happen in the streets, it is also a time for us to silently search our own hearts, to look at ways we've been conditioned, and to learn better ways as we move forward. Of the most racist people I've known personally, I am no longer in contact, or I keep quite a distance, but I can say they were people who ultimately hated themselves. I wonder if these people had been taught to love themselves if they would have hated others less. When humans have been taught to believe their race is better than another, the problems of history have begun. When people are conditioned to believe another race or ethnicity is inherently "bad," they can justify doing terrible things to them. All humans are 99.9% identical in their genetics. The idea of 'race' was a fabricated concept from very recent history on the timeline of human history. As more and more people get their DNA tested these days, we discover within our own ancestry that the lines of the borders of countries blur and that the very ethnicities some of us had been taught to fear actually are within us. Science traces DNA to a 'Mitochondrial Eve' and you and I have a DNA match to a woman in Africa many generations ago. She is a grandmother to us all. Certain theories say everyone on earth alive today is at most a 50th cousin to anyone else. Other theories say we are at most a 10th cousin to anyone else on the planet. As the family tree of all humanity is built, Gen Xer A.J. Jacobs writes, "Human beings are biased to treat family members with more consideration...By revealing the cliché of "We're all one big family" is true, we hope to provide bad news to bigots who will have to face the important fact that they are related to whatever ethnic group they despise..." 


photo source: Unsplash
photographer credit: Jon Tyson 
If we had any idea how closely related we are to the person behind us in line at the grocery store, to the person on the street corner, or to the person holding up a sign with words we might or might not agree with, biology shows us what was theorized for a long time before there was evidence for it: everyone is related to everyone on the planet. 

As we witness angry conversations happening online and people yelling from their cars at people holding up poster boards, the response is often "all lives matter." Black Lives Matter doesn't mean other lives don't matter, it means they also matter, and for far too long, Black lives have been most vulnerable. 



photo source: Unsplash
Photographer credit: Nathan Dumlao
As the idea of everyone having an equal place in the human family spreads, I'd like to think of the Gen Xers of today, a little older and wiser now, as the mentors in this era, and the Millennials and Gen Z learning from us just as various socially conscious Boomers learned from the Silent Generation and the GIs. Of the founders of the BLM movement, Alicia Garza (b. 1981) is a Gen Xer, Patrice Cullors (b. 1983) and Opal Tometi (b. 1984) are Millennials. One of the defining principles of BLM is intergenerationality - generations coming together to collaborate and mentor from wisdom and experience.  

 "When historians pick up their pens to write the story of the 21st century, let them say that it was your generation who laid down the heavy burdens of hate at last and that peace finally triumphed over violence, aggression, and war. So I say to you, walk with the wind, brothers and sisters, and let the spirit of peace and power of everlasting love be your guide." 

-John Lewis 
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Gen Xer Don Lemon's podcast: Silence is not an Option
 

Remembering C.T. Vivian (1924-2020) of the GI Generation,
and John Lewis (1940-2020) of the Silent Generation  
Memory Eternal 

 (c) 2020 writing by Chloe Koffas 2020, all rights reserved  

sources: 
Wikipedia

Sunday, April 26, 2020

ONE Campaign




ONE is a global campaign that is both nonpartisan and non-profit. The focus is to end extreme poverty and preventable disease so that human beings everywhere may experience a life of dignity and opportunity. It's a shift in thinking beyond charity, it's about creating justice and equality. Whether it's lobbying political leaders or running grassroots campaigns, ONE steps up to have conversations with governments in different parts of the world to empower millions of lives.

Members of ONE include writers, artists, faith and business leaders, healthcare professionals and scientists. It was co-founded by Bono and includes people of every culture and generation. 





If there ever was a time when world leaders needed to come together to come up with a unified plan for solving something, it is now. Defeating the COVID-19 pandemic will take every one of us. There is currently a petition on the one.org website that you can sign to urge world leaders to come up with a global pandemic response plan:  one world petition




(c) 2020  image credit: ONE Campaign 


Friday, February 28, 2020

Food and Water (and setting up a system for giving)



While Generation X is the generation that gives the most to charities and is very big on volunteer work, as I talk to busy Gen Xers, I often hear them say they wish they could do more to help our communities and beyond. Many of us want to be more charitable with time and resources, but in the rush of daily life, work, kids, and responsibilities, it can get moved to the back-burner. My solution for this is sorting out a couple of quick logistics. 

Here are two key ideas: having a place, and having a system.

Let's say you want to give to a food bank, and you set food aside to do this, but by the time you finally have time to drop it off, the food is already expired so you have to throw it away. Coming up with a system in your home can solve this. You can usually do this in 30 minutes or less. Maybe you have a retired neighbor who sees a friend once a month who volunteers at a food bank. Knowing you are not usually going to have time to drive 20 minutes to do a food bank delivery, you could put it on your calendar to drop off food to that neighbor's porch every month on a certain day. Having a specific place in your house to set the food aside you want to give means it doesn't just get mixed back in with the other food in your pantry.



My family and I wanted to help villages in third world countries get accessible wells. Westgate Church in San Jose, CA takes plastic recyclable plastic bottles and aluminum cans, uses the volunteer work of its members to process everything, and donates the money. Since this began in 2013, there are 37,000 people in 16 countries who now have access to clean water who previously did not.

Here's what we did on our end:
We put a separate recycle bin just for cans right next to our regular recycle bin. We put a big label on it so that down the road it doesn't accidentally get moved or used for something else. We set up a system where we crush the cans about once a week or so. We have a larger bin in the garage that holds the crushed cans. Both of these bins created a specific place in our house so that this could work, and by thinking it through, we now have a system - the bin in the garage is right next to the car and even right next to where we store bags, so we can easily pull it all together and drop it off when it is convenient.

If you want to give but you don't know what charity would most help people, here are two simple, practical ideas for you: just think of food and water.

Water: by helping villages in third world countries get wells, this solves all kinds of problems. Other than having water to drink, and for health, it also means they can water crops and grow food. This can mean that less people have to leave a village to go to a faraway city to be breadwinners so families can stay together, and the list goes on. Having clean water helps protect human rights; it creates a way for a community to thrive. World Vision has brought clean water to thousands of villages:



Food:  One out of six Americans go hungry. If you've ever experienced any amount of time going hungry, it is unbelievably hard to make it through the day. Life is hard enough, and being hungry makes it hard to concentrate in school or at work. When fresh garden food goes in the trash, it's because people, who would actually like to give it away, don't have a way (a system) to do this. Ample Harvest helps connect gardeners to food pantries:







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(c) 2020 writing and photo by Chloe Koffas - all rights reserved 




Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Ryan's Reach

One evening, when I was in my mid-20's, I turned on CNN right at the moment my extended family had asked America to pray for my cousin, Ryan Corbin. He had fallen three stories through a skylight at the top of his apartment in Brentwood, CA on June 19, 2001. He was rushed to UCLA Medical Center in critical condition with multiple internal injuries, severe internal bleeding, broken bones, and a serious brain injury. He was not expected to live through the night. But he did, and was moved to ICU while in a coma for weeks. After existing in the space between life and death, multiple surgeries, being treated in six different medical facilities, and with specialized treatments, he has has continued to progress over the years physically, with speech, memory, and in many other ways.


A team of care givers and therapists help him day to day, and he still requires around-the-clock care. He has fought for his life, and is a strong person who gets stronger by the day. He has a divine warmth and kindness that radiates until your heart feels whole just by being in his presence. My faith is stronger because I've been allowed to witness the miracle of his life. This Thanksgiving weekend, I was fortunate to meet my cousin Ryan for the first time. Ryan and I are 5th cousins, both of us are the 6x great-grandchildren of Daniel Boone, and we are both Generation X.

That evening, back in 2001, when the family asked for prayers on CNN, I prayed along with millions all over the world. That day almost 20 years ago led me to this day, when I had the honor of getting to visit Ryan at his home where he lives with his amazing mom, Lindy, and his lovable stepfather, Mike, in Orange County, CA.

The Boone family is deeply rooted in faith. Ryan's grandfather, Pat Boone, sang gospel and other music, had thirteen gold records, and acted in multiple movies. I remember many weekends in my growing-up years when Pat Boone was in a movie on TV. I also remember many mornings getting ready for school and hearing Ryan's Aunt, Debby Boone, singing on the radio.

In those early weeks after the accident back in 2001, Ryan was surrounded by love and words of life from parents, grandparents, siblings, and others. One of the very first signs of hope he gave his family while he was emerging out of his coma was a kiss on the cheek, a display of his intrinsic love. The road to recovery continues to be long and hard, and yet, the story has been full of redemption and hope.

People often think of LA as the place where movies are made, record deals are signed, and the magic happens. In reality, struggle is present, both seen and unseen. People often associate the freeways of California with the coastline, the crashing waves, and endless sun. Further inland, driving along I-5 through Central CA, it's a whole other world: the rough terrain, the open, empty spaces under the power lines, the farmland. About halfway between where Ryan lives in Southern CA, and where I live in Northern CA, is a town called Lost Hills. I looked out on the way home after the visit while a storm slowed down traffic and thought about all the times in life we feel completely lost.



A traumatic brain injury completely alters a family's life. Sometimes people have to give up a career to take care of a loved one every day.


Sometimes the raindrops on the window make the landscape look blurry. 


Sometimes the clouds are so heavy we have to drive with the headlights on even in the middle of the day.

My copy of Heaven Hears
On the way home, I sent out prayers into the rows of the almond trees, and in the vines of the vineyards, and in the spaces above the golden grasses for Ryan. He led by example throughout his growing-up years, from student body president in middle school, to captain of his basketball team in high school, to president of his fraternity at Pepperdine University. He wrote a screenplay, he traveled, and he was starting a career.

And now, even as he works for each milestone of recovery, it may be that his life is even more full. His light and leadership reach out to others on an even larger scale. He had an abiding love for God before the accident that remained with him all the way through - it is here with him now, maybe even more fully as he transitioned into this new life.

Earlier this year, I came across the book, Heaven Hears, by Ryan's mom, my 5th cousin Lindy. It was amazing to hear her tell the story in person,  and what has happened since they first asked for prayers on Larry King Live in 2001.

Lindy has done an incredible job of seeking out every kind of therapy possible for Ryan, and she coordinates a team of care givers for him even as she runs the nonprofit Ryan's Reach. She believes that there is no limit to the way people with TBI can continue to heal, if they have the resources.

Lindy, Ryan, and his grandparents


Each day of our lives is a miracle.


To speak life, to choose light as we walk into our darkest nights, and to use our struggle as a source of strength for others when they go through the same struggle is to fight the good fight. To do all of this with love is to experience redemption in each new sunrise.  In one hand we hold the fragility of life and the questions, in the other hand we hold eternity, we hold hope.


If you are in the LA area, each September you can participate in the annual fundraiser for Ryan's Reach, the Dove Dash Race.

If you are looking for a non-profit to donate to this holiday season, or are looking for a new one to begin donating to in the new year, Ryan's Reach helps people in profound ways. In short, the money donated goes to:

1) Providing financial assistance for brain injury survivors to participate in the High Hopes Head Injury Program in Tustin, CA

2) Supporting the operation of Ryan's Reach Group Home

To make a secure, easy online donation:
ryansreach.com/donate


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Ryan's Reach Rest & Respite Home in
Tustin, CA 
Ryan's Reach creates scholarships for people with brain injuries to attend High Hopes Head Injury Program in Tustin, CA where Ryan has also benefited from their therapy. As Ryan's Reach has grown, they have set up a residence and respite care home for people with brain injuries and their families, and a second group home is scheduled to open in the coming months. Funds raised assist in providing rehabilitation and home care, as well as respite relief for caregivers. 

Ryan's Reach is a 501(c)(3) charitable organization honoring Ryan Corbin who suffered a severe TBI in 2001. Although Ryan personally is financially secure, his experience into the world of TBI brought attention to the fact that most families are not as fortunate and once the insurance runs out, TBI can use up all of a family's savings which also affects the loved one's ability to recover. 
These are the families Ryan's Reach helps. 




(c) 2019 - I-5 photos by Chloe, other photos and logo via the Ryan's Reach web site, used with permission

Sunday, November 17, 2019

JBJ Soul Kitchen


As the fall air gets chillier and the holidays get closer, this blog will focus on non-profit organizations that are in some way connected to Generation X. The holidays are a time when we are often the most generous. My hope is that some of these stories will spark generosity. I've been inspired by the stories I'll be sharing, I hope to pass on a spark of that inspiration by starting with the JBJ Soul Kitchen.
Picture credit: JBJ Soul Foundation 
Jon Bon Jovi has been a mainstay in the music collections and memories of Gen Xers and is a first wave Gen Xer himself. With the other members of Bon Jovi, he has received a long list of awards over the years for songs, albums, and videos. So much of his music reverberates in the background of many of my Gen X memories, from cassette tapes to school dances, and into my adult life. His albums have continued through the decades, and a lot of social consciousness has emerged in his music. He'll be releasing a new album in the coming year.

In 2011, the Jon Bon Jovi Foundation, which focuses on the issues of hunger and homelessness in the U.S., opened JBJ Soul Kitchen. This restaurant serves both paying and in-need customers, where there is a focus on volunteering, community, and dignity. All are welcome. They use locally sourced ingredients and even grow some of it in gardens on the grounds of the restaurant. Their fall menu includes all kinds of seasonal comfort food, like ginger squash salmon and green bean cranberry salad. Now there are two Soul Kitchen restaurants, one in Red Bank and one in Toms River, New Jersey. Both have a warm, happy, and cozy setting - it's a great place to have a hearty meal if you are in NJ or passing through, and an awesome foundation to consider if you are looking for a charity to give to this holiday season.

Happy Thanksgiving!





Thursday, October 10, 2019

Retro Halloween Treat Bags

I had a teacher in my elementary school days who would give us candy corn and little candy pumpkins as rewards in class. As she got older and her hearing started to diminish a little, she would give me rewards even when I had the wrong answer! I remember a day just before Halloween when she brought our whole class little treat bags full of popcorn and candy. We were the happiest kids you've ever seen. Sometimes it's the smallest things that bring us joy. 



I love to make these treat bags for Halloween parties, and a basket of these is easy to throw together. When people see these, they instantly smile and light up! Many Gen Xers have memories of these kinds of retro treat bags from when they were kids.

Happy Halloween, and may your day be full of little candy pumpkins and all the good things of the holiday!


(c) 2019 -  popcorn popped and picture taken by Chloe Koffas