Grappling with Impermanence

Just because I won’t be around forever doesn’t negate the fact that I am here now. God willing, now will be enough.

Healing Vulnerability

The first time I stood in any security-screening line I was five years old. My mother and I were flying north leaving behind my beloved Mexican valleys, avocado trees, and chile in every form possible.

The River that Runs Through It

The people I serve cry out each day in desperation because their belongings that include important documentation have been stolen, they lack the simplest resources to order an ID or a birth certificate without someone else helping them, and a myriad of other tiny injustices that build up into a vision of a world that is full of struggle, always in opposition to whatever progress to the good that they wish to make.