“Quito se llama ‘La luz de America,’ he told me and I thought that it wouldn’t hurt so much. This place of water pouring and dripping down verdant valleys and soft, smooth rocks rising up from craters with lava lakes and palms and monos and oil.
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social justice
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One of my very first classes as a Freshman in college was called “Dialogue.” It was a required class where we read material like Martin Luther King Jr.’s “Letter from Birmingham Jail,”…
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“History, despite its wrenching pain, Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage, Need not be lived again.” -Maya Angelou (The Rock Cries Out to Us Today) Tomorrow is one of my…
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The broken window in the attic bangs inside the window frame as the wind from the storm passes through. My sleep is restless. I hear intermittent sirens and voices that sound like…
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Hermione is being tortured. I stay and listen as long as I can before turning the key. The voices end abruptly. My car door slams and I begin my day, walking across…
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I have a secret. One I’m really excited and nervous about. A handful of people already know, but I think I’m ready to share it with you, too. So…here it is. Two weeks…