A life-altering lesson came to me from sheer exhaustion. Growing up, my parents modeled being busy instead of being productive and being in constant motion instead of occasional restoration. So, for most of my adult life, I too tried to achieve in multiple directions and support everyone that (I thought) needed help. But I hadn’t accounted for the fact that my energy tank filled with time, effort, and willpower, is finite!
By the end of 2019, four decades after mismanaging my physical and mental energy, I had run out of gas. To make things worse, I didn’t feel purposeful. …
A pandemic photo project to honor People of Color and Immigrant essential workers.
History is context: The building blocks of American capitalism are really quite simple. It started with abundant and fertile land stolen from Natives. Then onwards, the richest economy in the world, a nation of immigrants, has been painstakingly built by essential workers — people who came from somewhere else. Generations of free labor from enslaved Black people, waves of cheap labor from Irish, Italian, pan-Asian, and Latino immigrants, heavily discounted around-the-clock services via outsourcing, and some more free toil from the dungeons of prison labor.
June = Pride. But this celebratory month this year also marked the 14th reported murder of transgender people, mostly Black and Latinx. Generations have aged, political will has waxed and waned, and revolutions have been re-branded. The Civil Rights Movement has evolved into Black Lives Matter, the fight for LGBTQ equality is now called Pride, and where those two meet is called ‘intersectionality.” Despite the obvious progress, transgender People of Color are still fighting for something more basic than equality. They’re fighting for visibility. Why?
History is context. The 1969 Stonewall Uprising that started the gay rights moment was initiated…
Understandably, there’s growing anxiety as our lives are indefinitely impacted by this global health crisis. So, we’re all entitled to the immediate human reactions of panic, hoarding, and self-preservation. Indulge in those feelings momentarily. Then, take a step back, and count your blessings. Because only a positive mindset (and #flatteningthecurve) will get us through.
Though bound by immense love, my mother and I are not best friends. Because she doesn’t like talking about “unpleasant things,” we’ve never discussed this elephant in the room. So I arrived at this epiphany through things most brown families pretend aren’t real: children transitioning to adulthood, transparent conversations, misaligned expectations, and therapy.
That our ideologies aren’t synchronized, is a recent revelation. I was initially mind blown. We look so alike! How could such a wide delta of thought have passed through the narrow umbilical cord? We’re conditioned to believe that our mothers are “perfect” — they should be the…
Public Health Communicator. Photographer for People of Color. Vegan.