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Are nonprofits bloodsuckers who are raping the economy?
Rush Limbaugh has called nonprofit staff “lazy idiots” who are “raping the economy.” I respond briefly here, and then cite a video response from Robert Egger of the DC Central Kitchen.
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The Land of “Non” — an imitation piece
My response to Stacy Caldwell’s call for contributions towards a “collective storytelling” effort at creating a children’s fantasy about the nonprofit world.
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Inspiration to guide your work
Whether you are a non-profit leader, a volunteer or even someone who has never participated in the charitable movement . . . you can gain a tremendous amount of insight on how to lead a good life through the “founding … Click here to continue reading >>>
Good is the new “Cool”
Nonprofits are the new rock bands — and good is the new “cool.”
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If you really want to honor Veterans, fight homelessness.
About one-third of the adult homeless population have served their country in the Armed Services.
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Thoughts on the Resignation of PEP’s Founder, Catherine Rohr
How does an organization survive the betrayal of its founder? There is no easy answer. And yet, in circumstances like this, there can only be one answer: to love.
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putting a face on the health insurance debate
Because of our dysfunctional health insurance system, stepping up to save a loved one can ruin your own chance of ever getting health insurance.
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a portrait of the fundraiser as his own grandfather (a poem)
When all my winters hang about my brow as a crown of silver thorns, and my eyes languish above bags of too many days with too little sleep, and my shoulders sag under the weight of years and years of grocery bags, and my speechless mouth hangs open like a broken drawer, awaiting its next pill, and my breath rasps like wind in the overstuffed gutter of the house where we used to live, and the buttons are misaligned on my shirt, cock-eyed on my diminished frame, and my pants pool about my ankles in mockery of my former height, what will you see in my foggy eyes that do not know your face? Will you know that I am not in my right mind, but also that I am not my mind, but a man? a man broken, perhaps, but a man yet, and a man who loves much,though mostly what he loves is the you that his eyes have never seen, but that has always been, and will always be, despite what failing eyes can't see?



























