Alma de Colibrí

When I was around three or fours years of age, I remember walking down the street with my Tita CarmenContinue Reading

My whole life I’d received messages that will was the ability to take action and “stick with it,” especially if itContinue Reading

D is a prison inmate that looks like an “original veterano” and he has the essence of a kind andContinue Reading

In recent weeks I’ve been hit with various experiences that have left me thinking about what it is going toContinue Reading

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. TheContinue Reading

A photo essay and reflections of my experiences in the Volta region of Ghana. “Africa, more than any other continent,Continue Reading

“We’ll just add water to the beans,” my grandmother would say when family or friends showed up unannounced in ourContinue Reading

Sunday Morning… Days like today, I feel trapped, empty, lost. I’m at war with myself, inside, wanting to escape somewhereContinue Reading