... we are forty percent of the population. Why aren’t we at the table?
Other
I hear the pens around me in this workshop scribble away their most intimate memories. I think to myself, how vulnerable we can be, but yet so empowered by our written word. I feel very honored to have a space to share my story, and acknowledged for how unique and beautiful it is.
A Gentle Invitation
Your dust papa is covering my silence, my voice reveals to be silence. Why to reveal to the sacred silence?
Silence
So Guatemala called my mom. Guatemala happened. So they call her saying your dad is dying
The Big Story
6 That sunny May Day afternoon all of the classes in third grade were assigned to dance the Mexican Hat Dance in the elementary school festival. It was one of the few ways that our culture was honored in school. Every May Day there would be one class that performed something Mexican. It may have always been the Mexican Hat Dance because I don’t remember any other dances.