When an adult meets a kid for the first time, one of the first few questions is always “What grade are you in?” It is a preparation for adulthood when it becomes “What do you do?”. It is a variation of the same question, in that it somehow provides information for the interviewer to define our… Continue reading Don’t ask us what grade we are in, ask us what our passions are, ask us what we do for the world…
Our 5-year-old lives in a house without rules. No rules?! What kind of anarchy is that?! The best kind. We replaced rules with values. We honor other people and their feelings, we honor a life free of violence and filled with love, we honor our bodies, our minds, and our hearts. And thus, our behavior… Continue reading No rules! Parenting without authority.
What happens when activists go on vacation? Do they retreat to turquoise waters and white sand and bask in the sun? Yes! Do they try to meet as many change-makers as possible in hopes of finding inspiration and motivation? Absolutely! We visited Puerto Rico a few weeks ago and among other marvelous things, we volunteered… Continue reading Activists on Vacation: 300 Dogs in the Tropics
“The very word comes from the heart. Coeur is the French word for heart. It’s important to remember that this isn’t stuff that comes from the brain; it also comes from the gut.” Warren Bennis “I’m nervous but mostly excited.” uttered Ollie, five years old, behind a smile as we waited for the boarding call… Continue reading Braving it. How to Raise a Courageous Child.
It’s no secret that my family and I like to eat. Much of our days revolve around food. We talk about it, we think about it, we plan it, we shop for it, we grow it, we cook for ourselves, and we cook for others. It is part of our activism, encouraging others to embrace compassion… Continue reading Making Vegan Pasteles: a cultural tradition, and anti-racism activism
We visited the Young Lords Presente exhibit in the Loisaida Center, in order to explore Puerto Rican activism.
“We can’t leave without the binoculars!” Ollie exclaimed, jumping into his room excitedly. His head popped out “Help me, mama.” Hurriedly we rummaged through drawers until we found them, and strutted all the way to the park, bursting with excitement and anticipation. We couldn’t wait for our first bird watching excursion! Making our way through… Continue reading Unlearning: Feeling Your Way to Activism