If you think having a role model and seeing people who are like you when you are growing up is not essential, you are wrong. The power of the media is strong and whatever the message is you receive when you grow up is the one that can either help you or damage you. Growing […]Read More Someone Like Me
My parents had sex; nine months later I was born. My citizenship is a result of dumb luck. I did not work for it or yearn for it. I did not have to struggle to get to this country. Citizenship was a gift. I have not felt the burn of bigotry or prejudice because of where […]Read More How I Became a Citizen of the United States of America
I always see at least one handsome man at the DMV. It’s never one of the workers (bitter civil servants who never give you adequate time to prepare for that little picture they take of you because it is the one joy they have left) but some other poor, unfortunate soul like myself renewing their […]Read More Emotional Odyssey at the Department of Motor Vehicles
You are better than that, so much brighter than spewing and spitting rhetoric. You are morally responsible and dignified.
Honor is your middle name.
Youth, pay attention you are our
A lot of people go through life unnecessarily unhappy and depressed. They feel unvalued and misunderstood, seeing no way out of whatever problem they are facing. Often, though, their issues could be solved easily, by doing one little thing. Talking. Communication is important, it can clear away misunderstandings and can stop additional problems arising. Talking […]Read More The Importance of Communication and Interpersonal Skills
“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…” ―C.S. Lewis I am not a Facebook person. I am not comfortable sharing as much personal information about myself as some people do. I tire of the repetitive posts, “Repost this if […]Read More Finding Rudy
He had spent some time in prison. Today, he was standing in my kitchen. Only two years older than I, deep heavy grooves etched into his face clearly showed his road in life had been rougher than mine. Or maybe I just hid mine better? Hired him to demo my floors. His name was Tacho. […]Read More Our Stories Unite Us
When my daughter, Eden, was in preschool, she had a playdate at our house with a fellow classmate. I vividly remember preparing a snack for them as they sat at a nearby table coloring and talking. At one point, Peyton looked at my daughter and asked her, “Eden, do you have three mommies…or four?” I […]Read More The Nature of Love and Understanding