In My Own Words
You Define Who You Are
September 2006. The Pasadena Star News published an article on me in the community section, me being a John Muir alum heading off to Peace Corps Morocco. Fast forward to...
You Define Who You Are
September 2006. The Pasadena Star News published an article on me in the community section, me being a John Muir alum heading off to Peace Corps Morocco. Fast forward to...
Watching Us Grow
In July, my Aunt and Uncle celebrated their 62-year wedding anniversary. My disclaimer is that I love my whole family. I come from a big family on my mom’s side...
Watching Us Grow
In July, my Aunt and Uncle celebrated their 62-year wedding anniversary. My disclaimer is that I love my whole family. I come from a big family on my mom’s side...
The First Men Who Loved Me
“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.” — Warsan Shire The first men who loved me were my great-grandfather, grandfathers on...
The First Men Who Loved Me
“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.” — Warsan Shire The first men who loved me were my great-grandfather, grandfathers on...
Name Your Alter Ego
Often, actors are advised to journal about the characters they play to understand who they are when nobody is looking. The grounding quote in this month’s Dear Mango Reflection Session...
Name Your Alter Ego
Often, actors are advised to journal about the characters they play to understand who they are when nobody is looking. The grounding quote in this month’s Dear Mango Reflection Session...
Self-Awareness Comes Before Progress
This piece reflects on my writing over the years, the difference between observing and criticizing yourself, and why writing it down matters.
Self-Awareness Comes Before Progress
This piece reflects on my writing over the years, the difference between observing and criticizing yourself, and why writing it down matters.
At times– I’m being. Most times– I’m becoming.
Eight years after writing those words, I held space for a room of beautiful people doing the honest work of examining who they were told to be and choosing who...
At times– I’m being. Most times– I’m becoming.
Eight years after writing those words, I held space for a room of beautiful people doing the honest work of examining who they were told to be and choosing who...