Letters to My Son: Build Relationships and Build Bridges

Dear Son, Your grandfather would say, “Remember who you are,” and I would add to that, “Remember where you came from.” You have been living in the States for several years now and have settled in quite well, and I am beginning to be afraid you may forget where you came from. Although you haveContinue reading “Letters to My Son: Build Relationships and Build Bridges”

The hand that holds those who fall

Some families pass on jewelry heirlooms, property, money, or tightly kept revered cooking recipes. My family passes on stories. Maybe it was because we were not one of the so called “white privileged” people that the Media says makes up the majority of the United States. Whether or not they embellish and lie about thatContinue reading “The hand that holds those who fall”

The Beginning of Adventures

It began before video games became a way of life, before riding a bicycle, climbing a tree, or telling stories around a campfire. It was the ’80s, and to some of us, arguably one of the best decades in the last 100 years. It was the time that made boys real men and girls colorfullyContinue reading “The Beginning of Adventures”