It saddens me deeply that it comes to a point where laws have to be passed, fines levied in order to get people to do the right thing. We were given a chance to shine as caring for each other ~ upon the world's stage, we failed. Today the city…
In honor of it being her Birth Day Week ~ Sofia is the female version of Bob The Builder, so I wrote a poem about it, goes like this: Betty The Builder ~ a short poem by me. She’s relentless, she never stops Making things in her little “She Shop”…
Not Everyone of every group ever does everything Not every sound of every prayer results in anything Not every sunrise promises us a brand new day Not Everyone agrees with what Everyone has to say A push from both sides, cannot conflict result Nothing is heard when both sides’ scream…
Someone, Somewhere is dying at home because they cannot afford health coverage. Someone, Somewhere is trapped in an abusive relationship, because they are trapped in fear. Someone, Somewhere is sleeping in the streets because they cannot afford anything. Someone, Somewhere is not allowed to sit at the table because of…
I do identify with the feelings of injustice, of not being on the same playing field as others. I worked for years alongside men who made almost double my salary for doing the same job. As a young woman, I dealt with sexual harassment, asked to do things, which would…
Basura cat came to me most curiously As she placed her paw upon my knee Together we watched the news from our home Being together, than being alone We watched the protest around our land People marching together, hand in hand She said, “Can we go, can we take part?”…
Inspired by a conversation with a 17 year old student who said to me today, "It feels like the world is coming to an end." It broke my heart that he is afraid of what's happening. I told him that he will tell stories of this time of his life,…
One house on the street caught fire, the family ran from the home, grabbing what possessions they may. As they waited for help to come, the father grabbed a hose and frantically tried to save what was his. His neighbors came outside, watching in horror, thinking not of his family,…
I’m exhausted after watching the protest, weary of the conflict, confused by the acts of violence. I watch what’s happening and search the skies for understanding. It’s as if we were just emerging from one storm, only to find ourselves in yet, another. It would be nice to have blue skies…
The things that won't let me sleep, I found myself writing a speech for Donald Trump at 4am this morning, the things I wish he would say, the actions I wish he would take. Then I wished my mom was alive, because I think maybe, just maybe he would listen…