Ella always wanted to visit Peru. So, she made it happen, and it was magical.
This is the truth: parallel worlds really do exist in America, and when each collide with the other they do just that – collide. For those of us who straddle these two worlds, we battle a constant identity crisis, because there’s no longer a common language or vision of what America can and should be.
I’m not attacking you. I’m just being honest. I’m just telling you what my life has been like. I’m just asking you to listen, and imploring you to act. Begging you to feel as uncomfortable and outraged as I have my entire life.
"Can I have a mid-life crisis at 26?" I ask myself; standing opposite my reflection. The usually warm glow from my vanity now feels like harsh a spotlight.
In 7th grade, Mrs. Fyke taught our class about the Irish potato famine through an experiential exercise. Like a real-life Mrs. Frizzle (minus the amazing school bus), she encouraged us to step into the shoes of a contemporary historical subject;... Continue Reading →
As we all deal with the blowback of the recent events in Charlottesville, and the reactions from political leaders, I urge caution in the words we use. And caution in our actions so that we don't add to the fire of hatred, but find ways to effectively and systematically counter it.
Canada. The land of maple syrup, beaver tails, crazy geese, hockey, Tim Hortons, Justin Trudeau and…Italians? Oh yes. Italian immigrants settled into this area of Toronto – now known as Little Italy – beginning in the early 20th century. Known... Continue Reading →