Our minimalism started by chance. I left my domestic violence relationship with two suitcases, one box, and I set out across the country to my mom’s house. It obviously wasn’t my best moment, but it was definitely my bravest. I mourned the loss of so many important things, gifts from friends that I treasured, pictures,… Continue reading Minimalism as a tool for community organizing
The gasp that went around the world. That’s what it felt like. the gasp in the airplane. All three hundred of its passengers, upon seeing Puerto Rico- desde que se vio la puntita del morro. The brown foliage (usually green), the rubble, the profound sadness, the dirt like the room of someone in depression. An… Continue reading Before Maria. After Maria. Our return from the diaspora.
Pilgrimages have been around since the dawn of time. Every religion has its own. From the pilgrims of Compostela, the pilgrims of Canterbury (which we might remember from our high school English lit, shout out Chaucer), to the pilgrimages to Mecca, or the pilgrimages to the Western Wall of Temple Mount. Journeying as a means… Continue reading Van Life for the Greater Good
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
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