Owning one’s own home has always been part of the American Dream. Finding a place in your price range can often require some compromise. Then making an offer and having your credit rating checked. Next is hunting for the best deal on a mortgage and coming up with the down payment. For those of us who are lucky, that down payment often includes loans or gifts from parents and grandparents.

Visiting a friend in a rehabilitation hospital last week, shortly after reading Matthew Desmond’s Poverty by America, it was impossible to ignore the varying levels of health care available to people in our country. 

I’m following two four-year-old little girls down the street in Brooklyn one afternoon as they walk home from preschool. One of them is my granddaughter. The walk is about three-quarters of a mile but can take up to a half-hour because the girls dawdle, stopping at every tree on the way to contemplate its climbability, the leaves beginning to sprout, the flowers at the base, or to challenge each other to a swing on a limb. 

As I was sitting in my doctor’s office at Lahey in Danvers two days ago, finishing up a discussion about the state of my thyroid gland, she and I paused to listen to an announcement on the PA system. “There is an external situation. Everyone is advised to shelter in place. No one should leave the building until clearance is given.”

Recent conversations with friends have made it clear that many of us don’t fully understand the difference between Plan B and Plan C in pregnancy management. With the overturning of Roe v Wade and the more recent ban on medication abortion pills…

Here’s a frightening statistic to try to swallow with your evening vitamins. Boston’s Back Bay residents have a life expectancy of 92 years while residents of Roxbury, just four miles away, can expect to live only 59 years. What we know is that factors such as access to health care, affordable housing, and clean air have a lot to do with the difference in these two outcomes.

Recently, we’ve been grappling with some of the finer points of being an ally to the marginalized among us. The new book, “Say the Right Thing,” by Kenzie Yoshino and David Glasgow, NYU law professors and founders of the Meltzer Center for Diversity, Inclusion and Belonging, offers us reminders about the importance of standing up when we hear and see things; of what not to say because it may sound hollow, patronizing, or have the exact opposite of the intended effect; how to engage in respectful disagreement; and more.

The Servicemen’s Readjustment Act of 1944, better known as the GI Bill, was a bi-partisan effort to help returning servicemen adjust to civilian life by providing funds for education, government backed loans, unemployment, and job-finding assistance.

We are all well aware of the mental health issues plaguing teens, especially youth in the LGBTQ+ community. Transgender youth particularly struggle as they are bullied and ostracized by peers, often rejected by their families, and desperate for a sense of belonging.

When our kids were in grade school, some of their schoolmates wrote to a crayon manufacturer to protest the name of their “Flesh” crayon. They insisted it surely wasn’t the color of the skin of the Black children in their classroom, nor of any but the blondest and fairest of them all. The company responded and changed the name. Truth be told, the children’s letters were probably joined by hundreds, if not thousands, of others from around the country.

Imagine you have a chronic disease that can be easily managed by a medication you cannot afford. If you don’t take the medicine every day, you risk going blind, having your legs amputated, or dying. But you just don’t have the money, so you ration your doses, hoping that some medication is better than none. You are playing a game of roulette you didn’t choose.

What is nostalgia? Is it memory filtered through at least a couple of pairs of rose-colored glasses? Is it what we wish our past had been or just the best of what it was?

We all know far too well that the contributions and roles of Black, brown, and AAPI people, women, and those in the LGBTQ community are underrepresented in history classes throughout the country - not just in the South, though the problem may be most egregious in some states there.

Many of us came of age in our kitchens with The Silver Palate and Moosewood Cookbook as our guides and gas stoves as our workstations of choice. Now along comes news that our gas stoves are bad for our health.

In a conversation over the holidays, one of my sons reflected on a job he had scooping ice cream at a chichi organic ice cream store in Berlin. He remarked that he didn’t think it was fair that he was expected to get there a few minutes early in order to don his work apron and wash his hands, but he wasn’t allowed to clock in – and, thus, get paid – until after those tasks were completed. That didn’t sound right to him. His passive/aggressive response was to get there as close to clock-in time as possible – or even a little late – and then grab the apron as he clocked in.

We admit it. It takes a lot to shock us these days. Five days to elect a Speaker of the House? Crazy, but just another day in the new reality. Shirtsleeve weather in December? Getting to be routine. Veterinary tranquilizer mixed with fentanyl the new street drug? Alarming, but far from shocking.

Everyone loves a good imposter story. Think of The Great Imposter, the 1961 film starring Tony Curtis and loosely based on a biography of Ferdinand Waldo Demara by Robert Crichton. Demara, a high school dropout, successfully impersonated – at least for a time – a Trappist monk, a prison warden, a Royal Canadian Navy doctor hailed as a “miracle doctor,” a New England teacher, and then the FBI agent assigned to track him down. How can we help but admire the chutzpah and talents of this guy?!

A dear friend is moving her husband to a memory care residence because he can no longer function at home with only her loving care and part-time help. Another dear friend just lost her husband after negotiating his treatment through an acute care hospital, then a rehab, and finally a hospice facility..

We’ve talked a lot about the need for systemic, macro solutions to the problem of poverty in our country and the homelessness, food insecurity, education and health inequities that come with it. Until the causes are dealt with, the problems will continue.

So here’s the thing about antisemitism in America. It’s always been here. When some of us were growing up in the 50s and 60s, there were neighborhoods where Jews couldn’t buy homes or join certain country clubs. Colleges and universities had quotas on the number of Jewish students who could be admitted. It was not unusual for Jewish children to be accused by their Christian friends of killing Christ. Or for a Christian boy to tell his girlfriend he couldn’t take her home to meet his family because she was Jewish.