Once upon a time… (Long enough ago,) there was a young girl who was raised in a small town in the magical region of southwestern...

This past Saturday, March 27th, I walked among hundreds of Arizonans who attended the Anti-Asian Violence March and Vigil in Mesa and...

In January, I was invited to guest write a blog post for YWCA Metropolitan Phoenix as part of their New Year, New Me As You Are series....

On New Year’s Day 2019, I got a call from Scottsdale Osborn Hospital Emergency Room. “Your mother was struck by a vehicle while riding...

Continued from “Pacing for Distance and Milestones” Gratitude Shout Out to Beth Yohe, who catapulted my awareness of whiteness and...

Continued from “Knowing My Lane” A few weeks back in quarantine and processing my brother’s death, I needed fresh air and a change of...

Continued from “And the World Opened Up” Several years back I was dating a man who had a teen son. One day we decided it would be fun to...

Continued from "Balance and Maneuvering" I fell. I got up. I was encouraged to keep riding. And I did. Riding a bike got me outside of...

Continued from "Learning to Ride" Mom (or Dad) eventually did let go. I wasn’t confident, but getting the hang of it. Can you picture it?...

I don’t have vivid memories of learning to ride a bike. I do remember being excited to learn, watching my older brother, Ryan have...

I'm seeing a lot of white folks who are stirred into action, who are actively getting on the learning path from "non-racist" to...

Two frogs are sitting on a lily pad. One decides to jump off. How many frogs are left on the lily pad? TWO. "Wait, what? That can't be...