My mother never had to be a DREAMer. She never had to justify her presence with a desperate plea to be seen as just a human being, trying to make a good life for herself. She never had to defend her place in the country where she grew up by casting blame on her parents.
Don’t ever believe a traveler who claims that they travel to “absorb other cultures”. While learning about other people, their culture, their history, etc is a noble goal, I don’t think you can spend 2 weeks in India and suddenly know everything there is to know.
A letter to my fellow white people about owning our mistakes, and being the best woke white people we can be.
The first month in a year of reading marginalized voices–my own sort of protest song.
Well-behaved women rarely make history, they say.
A post-election weekend in Budapest helps me find hope in a world that seems hopeless.
We all deserved better from this election, but no one more so than Hillary Clinton. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.