In my time, I’ve been fortunate to speak in numerous spaces about my experiences as a Black Latinx male educator who teaches in Washington Heights. With those stories, people across the country extrapolate tales from my classroom, connecting to elements of me that span more than a decade of teaching over a thousand students, mostly under-served and marginalized. I’ve spoken ... Read More »
I truly believe that no one gets married to end up divorced and yet we see such high rates of divorce without understanding the context nor the deep-rooted shame that comes with it. I am a child of divorce. I’ve seen the end of my parents’ relationship and as much as I hated to admit it when I was a ... Read More »
On the plane ride to Portland, the first leg, HOU to SEA, I am seated by a woman with a 13-month-old boy – he sleeps, his strawberry blond cheeks puffed with air – he breathes. She says she will not arrive in Alaska until 7 a.m. He is impressive – sleeps almost the whole way to Seattle. He is tiny ... Read More »
You can’t half-ass this vulnerability shit. You are either all the way in or all the way out. Sinverguenza Back before Facebook and Instagram replaced our basic needs for water and sleep, I was voted “Member of the Month” on the social networking site, MiGente.com. A popularity contest at best, and a hook-up site at worst, I chose my ... Read More »
Shame is a common feeling that a South Asian woman like me experiences over and over throughout our lifetime. Since my birth, this emotion has held on to me like a light scar that never fades. I’ve shaken it off a few times like a wet dog, but somehow it creeps back into my life. I’ve dealt with a fair ... Read More »
Old age isn’t so bad when you consider the alternative. ~Maurice Chevalier I lost my best friend when we were 32. We met when 5, in kindergarten. Marsha Moore was a wonderfully tall fat Black girl who treated me like her sister. We were sisters. Marsha didn’t get the chance to grow old. Her life in this world was ... Read More »
1997-2017:: in which I am a dystopia As the unexamined traumas lodged in my muscles, bones, and organs metastasize into a laundry list of erratic pain, illness, and life-altering shifts, I find myself in one waiting room after another, filling out the same information (and lack thereof): what are your current symptoms? how long have you been experiencing these symptoms? ... Read More »
My entire life, I got sick very easily. Always something wrong with my stomach, complaining of nausea constantly. As a kid, tests were run, though my mother made sure we all had a healthy diet, doctors thought I had one illness or another. At around 11 years old, my mother called me into her bedroom. Before I was blindfolded with ... Read More »
Remember in high school when you would break up with someone and still have to see them every day? same class, same parties, work together on projects?. Crying in the playground about a relationship that will never be. Remember in the beginning how dreadful that was? … well, that’s me at 35 years old. It’s all the same, just now ... Read More »
I’ve never been good enough to be me. I’ve been told. Confusing isn’t it? I am a professional scuba diver of the depths of the soul. What?!? What I mean is, I spend a lot of time thinking, digging within, trying to find answers, making sense of the world, in a quest for truth, our connectedness and more importantly what ... Read More »
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