“Oh no,” I said, as I watched the new on TV. “Oh no, another ICE shooting of an immigrant. Oh, no, he died.” And then “Oh NO, here in Maine, in Biddeford. A murder. Oh, and Joan Sebastian Guerrero was not the intended immigrant. Oh, no, he was twenty-six years old and was shot and… Continue Reading
I want to write about hope, though hope leaves me from time to time these days. I want to unpack what hope means when my mind dims with broadcasts of wars and hate, when my gut grips as ICE grabs one more pastor, when my bones ache as our leaders bludgeon our democracy, when my… Continue Reading
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.– Saint Mother Teresa In my blue jeans and cotton t-shirt, I stroll on the spacious Eastern Prom in Portland, or cozy-up in small cafes. I scan the city’s humanity, all sizes, ages, energies, ethnicities and skin tones. Some… Continue Reading
As we started our 27-person monthly Zoom “Creative Ideas” meet-up, our long-time leader said, “My South African friend is teaching me about Ubuntu, translated as, “I am because we are,” which speaks to our interconnectedness. Kindness, generosity, and community well-being are keys to a heartful life. We are meant to help each other, to treat each… Continue Reading
This was just published in AmjamboAfrica, a local newspaper that helps new Mainers thrive and helps Maine welcome and benefit from our new neighbors. One recent afternoon, I knelt on my bedroom floor, trying to remove a spot from the carpet. There I received a text from my asylum-seeking pal at work. “ICE is in… Continue Reading
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