I cannot breathe from post-election anxiety. I am worried for people of color more than ever before. I am worried for DACA recipients. I am worried for immigrants that will be unjustly held unless they can prove who they are. I am worried for my nieces and nephews who have browner skin than I do.... Continue Reading →
Unlocking the Mystery of Writing #ICanWrite #WriteItDown
This past Saturday was spent mostly at home, tinkering about doing household chores that had been set aside for every imaginable excuse under the sun, to the moon and back. In the early afternoon, I treated myself to a writing workshop at Surel’s Place, an artist in residence program in the Live Work Create District... Continue Reading →