The Women of My Herstory“You can do anything without batting an eyelash.” My third grade teacher Ms. Brenda saying this to me is one of my few distinct memories…Apr 1, 2022Apr 1, 2022
Capoeira As A Life Source“If you fall down, who cares? Just keep moving.” — Mestra Márcia Cigarra, capoeira teacherDec 8, 2020Dec 8, 2020
Reflections on Service: Serving from the Sidelines“We can flatten the coronavirus curve, and the best way to do that is to avoid calling together big crowds. We are doing our part and…May 27, 2020May 27, 2020
Finding Love in Silence“Leah call” there it was — my name — written in my dad’s 2019 day planner; it showed up a few more times across the months, alongside…Apr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
Celebrating My PurposeOne of my nieces once texted me on my birthday, “I love you more than cornbread.” This is true love for me and a sign that I have done…Dec 11, 2019Dec 11, 2019
Movement as a GiftI walked into my Saturday contemporary dance class and everyone was already sprawled on the floor. The teacher always starts class with a…Dec 2, 2019Dec 2, 2019
Reflections on Service: Volunteering for a LivingPost #4: Reflections on Service: Volunteering for a LivingNov 25, 2019Nov 25, 2019
Reflections on Service: Doing a Lot with a Little“Can you help me get land?” a lady in the municipal office asked me in Spanish. I had spent the morning being introduced by the Mayor to…Nov 18, 2019Nov 18, 2019
Reflections on Service: Say My NameThe doors to the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium had just opened and people started filing in. It was 10:03 a.m. and I was assigned at the…Nov 11, 2019Nov 11, 2019
Letters as a Love LanguageThe letter was dated December 2015 and on the avocado green envelope was my name and address in familiar block letters. I simultaneously…Nov 3, 2019Nov 3, 2019
