Happy end of 2007!

Whatever you celebrate at this time of year, if anything, have a wonderful one – and best wishes for 2008.

We’ll see you next year!


Pure Gold

I have the pleasure of designing and delivering the training programs for Tanenbaum.  Whether it’s employees at Harvard or site coordinators from a local YMCA, people really want to follow the rules.  Not the rules of a workplace or an institution, but the golden rules.  They want to be kind.  They want to be curious without being insulting.  They want to be respectful.  They want to be respected.  They want for their colleagues want they want for themselves.  We are in a unique position to aid them in their journey.


I am inspired and encouraged as we approach year’s end that the search for gold is not limited to remote parts of countries I’ve never visited, or what’s on sale at major retailers as holiday gifts.  Rather the gold I see people searching for is the gold of being and living in a world that works for everyone, especially where religion is concerned.  It’s good to have something for my 2008 to do list – 1. Figure out how to help people be themselves and respect that in others.

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Chanukah Sameach!

For all those who celebrate, a very Happy Chanukah!

Musings from Sarajevo

From Joyce Dubensky, Tanenbaum EVP:

Blogging is new to me, but the week with the Tanenbaum Peacemakers in Sarajevo was so powerful that I thought I’d try my hand at it.

For one thing, in Bosnia, the contrasts are striking and, frankly, unnerving.

It is clearly a post-conflict environment. But nearly at every turn, we encountered extraordinary beauty sitting side-by-side the remnants of yesterday’s war.

I remember when we arrived in Sarajevo, and got through immigration. There was my friend, Friar Ivo, greeting us with his colleagues (we gave each other bear hugs). We all piled into cars, and Peacemaker Ephraim Isaac and I joined Friar Ivo in his car. (In Bosnia, he isn’t called Father. He told Greg that during the communist era, it was dangerous to be recognized as a priest. But he also explained it to me by saying, “there is only one Father.” Thus, he is called “Uncle Ivo.”)

As we drove into Sarajevo, I couldn’t help notice the really, really bright yellow Hilton (I had never seen a bright yellow hotel before) – I later learned that it was where the reporters had stayed during the war.

Just after we passed it, the car stopped at a red light by a beautiful – almost quaint – square. I told Friar Ivo how beautiful it is. He pointed to a corner and then toward a hill opposite it. “They used to shoot from over there – they would hide behind the monuments in the Jewish cemetery. One day, I saw an old woman. She was walking. And then I saw her crumble to the ground. I wondered how they could shoot her? She is just an old woman.” Read the rest of this entry »