Ever wonder what goes into running a nonprofit organization? In the DC community alone, hundreds of charitable organizations serve all manner of causes, from helping kids achieve their full potential to making sure everyone has enough to eat. In my job as CEB’s pro bono manager I’ve worked with dozens of leaders working hard to […]
Even after much social progress for LGBTQ+ individuals in recent years, many high school students remain gripped with fear over the prospect of “coming out” as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, etc., and often struggle to “fit” into their high school environments. As part of CEB’s Volunteer Service Fellowship, I decided to devote my time and expertise at an organization dedicated to b
I recently joined a group from CEB to help with the Joyful Market, held at the DC Scholars School in Washington, DC. The market encourages healthy eating habits in children by offering a variety of fresh vegetables and other healthy foods. We began the afternoon by unloading the food in the gym and preparing for the kids to arrive and fill their bags. Once the school day ended, each class of ch
Take a deep breath. In and out. That is one respiratory cycle. We experience thousands of those cycles each day, and we almost never think about them. But for the more than 30,000 Americans living with cystic fibrosis, every breath is a precious gift. I learned to appreciate that gift by living CEB’s Spirit of Generosity through my week of volunteering with the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
Volunteering is really hard. We can get swept up in the idea of how amazing it is to give back to others who are less fortunate, and sometimes in anticipation, we lose sight of the fact that we are also taking a leap and stepping outside of our comfort zone. This is part of what makes volunteering so amazing, and it really hit home during my time in Cusco, Peru. Read More
There is a degree of mysticism that envelopes you when setting foot in a completely foreign land for the first time. It is a state of mind that is difficult to quantify, but is a mixture of excitement, adventure, and trepidation. As I was walking out of Kampala International Airport, I was greeted with a swarm of taxi drivers who were aggressively pursuing me as their next fare. Of course, my prea
The North Cascades have a mythical appeal. In 1935, the town of Concrete frantically rioted during the Orson Wells’ “War of the Worlds” hoax significantly more than any other place in the country. This was partly due to a power outage coinciding with the radio hoax, but many believed this was also because of the townspeople’s isolation. When you step foot in the serene town of Concrete, yo