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.Â
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.Â
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. Â 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.