By guest blogger, Kenneth A. Turkewitz. A few years ago, I did something a little unusual. I spoke to my little brother for the first time in about 16 years. Well, maybe it’s not quite as bad as it sounds. The story starts when I was 22, just about to graduate from college. Following in
When I came to work for Jewish Big Brothers Big Sisters, I contemplated which program I could support as a volunteer. Would I spend an hour a week having lunch with a Little Sister at school or weekends heading to Skyzone to burn off energy with a young girl in need of a positive female role model?