Hopes and Dreams
Monday, January 4th, 2002 Cranston, Rhode Island I was four the first time I experienced racism. It was a cloudy Monday afternoon. My mom and I stood in a graveyard. I was standing in front ...
I was blessed and fortunate as a young girl and young adult growing up. Any person would look at my life and say, “You had it all.” And they would be right. I had a ...
… I was 14 years old. It had been 10 long years of abuse from my untreated mentally ill mother and 6 long years of sexual abuse from my mother’s third husband. One morning as ...
I write this message in the name of my great friend, Jesus. This guy lives in Venezuela, where the crisis raises day after day. He is working as a nurse, he wroks from morning to ...
I sit here going through my life in the world of social media on all platforms. I see myself.. A different me.. The inevitable arrogance of young age luring one undeniably into a facade of ...
I’m like that drab sort-a gray that occurs when two colors mix. I’m neither black nor white. I’m like this great flavor that’s been watered down with another ingredient so you’re not really sure exactly ...
It could have been just another meeting. Canteen’s Central Division gets together twice a year to go over success stories, innovations, and new programs. In October, the group met in Galveston, Texas. Galveston is a ...
This year, my husband and I embarked on an international life as American diplomats. The chance to live somewhere new, explore the world and learn languages was enchanting and we have loved the journey so ...
It’s taken a lot of time to write this story. Partly because I don’t know what I am doing, but mostly because I want to write something that gives others a sense of “what to ...
The tree of torment in the head has been unveiled, With its poisonous branches of desires, Now, it is time to axe it down, Down to its roots, Never to rise up again, Whenever its ...
