When I was in middle school, I was invited to join a swim team at the pool where I had been taking swim lessons. I think I considered the possibility for about half-a-second, and promptly decided “I’m not interested.”
Looking back, it’s clear that I was interested. But in addition to being interested, eager, curious, excited at the possibility, intrigued Continue reading →
When we arrived here, my face hurt from grinning. We were in a very real sense, home again.
After a month of non-stop travels, from city to city, hotel room to hotel room, we were back in our village. Not ours in the sense that we possess it–not in any way–but ours in the sense that we know parts of it intimately, and we belong here. Familiar faces greet us. Old friends embrace us. We walk the same cobblestones, smell the same smells, feel the warm sun.
We were here for the 102nd anniversary of the Mexican Revolution. We were as surprised as you will be to learn that Lea was selected from her school to participate in a community-wide presentation. How was she selected? She won Continue reading →
I’ve been asked why I work to end violence against women. I don’t think there is only one reason. But my sister, Yvonne, and the life she lived and the life she didn’t live must be part of the “why.” Last week marked 30 years since I last had the chance to hear her voice.
I miss you, Yvonne.
These things don’t happen in real life.
That’s what I was thinking. This is not happening. I was maybe 13 years old. We were on our way back from a day boating with my sister and her husband. My sister, who I trusted so and who I thought of as capable. Independent. Together. Continue reading →