#me too
I was four years old when I saw a penis for the first time. I was in Michoacán, Mexico visitingContinue Reading
Category: Narratives
Life is Never Sacrificed
A couple of weeks ago, I went for a hike and came upon a buck that had been recently shot.Continue Reading
Dreaming to Play – A Second Chance
(Part 2) “You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and beContinue Reading
Dreaming to Play
In my last post I wrote about longing for a dream, one that feels like my life-long calling. At eighteen,Continue Reading
The Drive
I was driving home during evening rush hour after picking Carmen up from school on a seemingly uneventful weekday. SheContinue Reading
Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./MexicanContinue Reading
There is No Restoration in Dehumanization
This past weekend, I had the honor of serving inmates a Donovan State Prison through restorative and healing work. InContinue Reading
AHIMSA – nonviolence in thought and action.
AHIMSA INSTITUTE This is Dr. Sethia, founder of the Ahimsa Center and Institute for teachers. I am eternally thankful toContinue Reading
The Meaning of Life in Prison, Part I
As I entered through the gates of Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility, the irony of the word “correctional” didn’t goContinue Reading
Desert Water Drop (Borderlands)II
Here are photos from yesterday’s Border Angels desert water drop. “Since 1994, more than 11,000 sons and daughters, sisters andContinue Reading
