Cassandra speaks the truth but all we hear are riddles. She stands in the ruins of the battle she lost. Holds out her arms with bruises like confessions. We study their pattern, their shape, their color before asking, Where is your proof? Cassandra speaks to...
I am not your American, I don’t want that name I might look the part, but I’m not playing your game. Middle Class clothes. Working class life Getting through my day without too much strife. I’m not your American. I read too much. But I can hide my books...
San Mateo County is wealthy, beautiful, and filled with opportunities. I believed that bringing Rhia to this prosperous city close to Stanford Medical Center (where she gets her medical care) would be wonderful. Rhia agreed. No more three-hour drives. No more being...
When I heard the news, I cried. After a year of peaceful protest, millions of supporters, veterans providing protection, celebrities raising awarenes, and Native Tribes from all over the world joining together to fight for clean water, the oil company won. The North...
I’ve been trying to write something profound about how it felt to be at the Women’s March on Washington on January 21st but the best I can come up with is… Wow…. Seriously, if the word “wow” means mind blowing and life altering. I...
I am packing for my trip to Washington DC. I have warm clothes, a good coat, comfortable boots, and a sign that says “Respect Young Women with Disabilities.” I’m meeting another mom of a special needs child and together we will join The...
