Social Justice
Child Labor
Taken at Living Root Bridges in Cherrapunji, India. This was a magical place where I found myself lost in the wonders of nature. I was quickly brought back to reality when I saw that the town was run by child labor. Writing this brings tears to my eyes. The world can be such an unfair place and I’m having a hell of a time coming to terms with that.
When I Fell Down A Manhole
I am infinitely curious about life - the beautiful and the ugly. This often gets me into trouble. When we went to Barcelona, we happened to go at a time of great social unrest.
Meeting Malala
I had the incredible opportunity to meet Malala at Mass Women's Conference. She has been my hero for many years. Although I cannot relate to getting shot by terrorists for standing for what I believe in, I relate in that what I endured as a child has made who I am today - someone who relentlessly pursues rights for women by bringing awareness to the issues such as equity in the workplace and domestic abuse.
Brown Skin and Fire Hair
The other day I asked Andy how often he thinks about us being an interracial couple. I think about it all the time - especially when we are walking around our neighborhood in South Boston where I hardly ever see any people of color.
Call Me They
When I first met Jonathan, their energy drew me in. Their compassion and love for others were palpable. I knew right away that I wanted to know more. A few months ago, Jonathan and I finally got the chance to connect, and I got an hour of time with this precious human being. Here is a snippet of their story.
Systems of Oppression
We cannot speak of oppression without talking about privilege and we cannot talk about privilege without feeling shame. But, what if we could put that shame aside and really look at the gears that control the systems of oppression?
Black Hole
This man is a black hole. He is destruction. He will set our country backwards many decades if we do not take a stand.