The Drive
I was driving home during evening rush hour after picking Carmen up from school on a seemingly uneventful weekday. She … Continue reading The Drive
I was driving home during evening rush hour after picking Carmen up from school on a seemingly uneventful weekday. She … Continue reading The Drive
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
This weekend I worked with the inmates, again. On Sunday, we specifically worked on role-plays. These role-plays can get quite … Continue reading Role Play Meets Reality
Nowhere better can you understand the precious vulnerability of life than in the desert. Many cacti flower for just one … Continue reading When the flower revealed herself.
The greatest expression of my life is the beauty that I create with it. I visited Anza Borrego Desert for … Continue reading 43
Grief is the energy that a flower needs to unfold her petals. Each petal is a layer of wound opened … Continue reading THE UNFOLDING OF A FLOWER
I am afraid of cities, all jagged and hard, blades of concrete leaving dreams mutilated and scarred. Where concrete … Continue reading I. Am. Afraid. of Cities.
Nine years ago, when I was teaching at Hoover High School, I received an e-mail just as I was going … Continue reading Hope for My Students Through My Healing
AHIMSA INSTITUTE This is Dr. Sethia, founder of the Ahimsa Center and Institute for teachers. I am eternally thankful to … Continue reading AHIMSA – nonviolence in thought and action.
Over the last several decades, California’s prison population has exploded by 500% and prison spending ballooned to more than $10 … Continue reading The Meaning of Life in Prison, Part II