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 →
We are now more than half-way through our eight-month stay here in Tepoztlán. It has been a grand trip. Full of adventure. And challenges too.
With our ever-loving Jaaki.
I want you to know you’re not the only one who gets homesick, who gets tired of trying to understand this culture—not to mention this language. Who longs for the familiar sites and comforts of home. Our familiar foods, beds, and our always-happy-to-see us Westie Terrier, Jaaki.
Lea, have you ever done something without knowing exactly why? That is sort of how this trip to México came to be. Continue reading →
Thanks to Sarah White—neighbor, writing teacher, and friend—for allowing me to share this as Enjoy and Inspire’s first guest post!
Valentine’s Day 2013 saw women from around the globe take up the cause of ending sexual violence. From London to Los Angeles to Johannesburg, street exhibitions, dance performances and musical rallies were all held under the slogan “One Billion Rising.”
In Madison, Wisconsin, Sarah White participated in a flashmob at Hilldale Mall. Here is her personal account. Thanks for the inspiration, Sarah—and everyone who participated.
Hurried across town. Stuck in traffic on University Ave. a mile from Hilldale Mall, wondered if I was going to miss my 4.15 minutes of…fame? But I got there, 8 minutes to spare. Continue reading →
it’s hard to be reconciled
not everything is exactly
the way it ought to be
but please turn around
and step into the future
leave memories behind
enter the land of hope
Zbigniew Herbert was a Polish poet, essayist, drama writer, author of plays, and moralist. A member of the Polish resistance movement, Home Army, during World War II, he is one of the best known and the most translated post-war Polish writers.
Tepoztlán, Morelos, México—I have had the opportunity to get to know this small village of 14,000 residents over the past several years. The fact that one can easily find four generations living together in the same household stands in stark contrast to Continue reading →