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Category: Narratives

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

Safe Space Wasn’t in My Vocabulary

A friend of mine invited me to go to the beach with her partner and daughter. Her sister, who I’d … Continue reading Safe Space Wasn’t in My Vocabulary

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

We Are All Healers

People who have the hardest time believing in the transformation of others, are people who aren’t doing the work of … Continue reading We Are All Healers

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

#me too

I was four years old when I saw a penis for the first time.  I was in Michoacán, Mexico visiting … Continue reading #me too

Bits and Pieces, Discovering the World, 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 Life is Never Sacrificed

Dreaming to Play – A Second Chance
Bits and Pieces, Narratives

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 be … Continue reading Dreaming to Play – A Second Chance

Dreaming to Play
Bits and Pieces, Narratives

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 Dreaming to Play

The Drive
Bits and Pieces, Narratives

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

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

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./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha

Bits and Pieces, Narratives, Soul Nibbles

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 to … Continue reading AHIMSA – nonviolence in thought and action.

The Meaning of Life in Prison, Part I
Bits and Pieces, Discovering the World, Narratives

The Meaning of Life in Prison, Part I

As I entered through the gates of  the Correctional Facility, the irony of the word “correctional” didn’t go past me. … Continue reading The Meaning of Life in Prison, Part I

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