Spring is Here

When I was little, my dad would tell me about what it was like to be a child during China's Great Famine. He told me that he would eat ants off the ground for a brief sensation of what food tasted like, and laugh because in America I didn't have to do that. He always served me first when he cooked, and I wondered if I could ever do that, if being grown-up meant feeding other people first.

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Our Stories Share the Same Roots: A Community Mural Project
With fellow artist Gabriela Riveros and some of our students from Escuela Verde who worked on the mural.

Our Stories Share the Same Roots: A Community Mural Project

It's been a really good summer, in many ways. Full of laughter and play. Weekend trips. Camping. Outdoor excursions and inside jokes. Crackling fires. Summer pies. At the same time,…

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What God Looks Like

My mother once told me the story of a cartoon she saw in a newspaper some years ago, which explained God. In the cartoon, God is a faceless, featureless oval on a table. People come…

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