Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Last night there was a big party for the Festa São Joao (Festival of Saint John). I am right downtown so I could hear music coming for 4 different directions and people were dancing in the plazas. As I watched everyone singing along I remembered how important it is for there to be collective experiences that all citizens can share. No matter the color or the class this entire country is celebrating this festival and making a week of it. In fact, pretty much all of June is just one big festival because there are three saints holidays this month.
I realize that in Boston we don´t have anything that brings the entire city together in celebration. We unite when one of our sports teams wins, but that is not a guaranteed festival. There are different ethnic festivals like the Carribbean Festival that I grew up going to, but not everyone is there and there are many people, even like my husband, who have barely heard about the Puerto Rican festival, etc.
I am thankful to many people who are creating different events that bring people together, but I really long for something that brings us all together. Maybe we should do more with the 4th of July, maybe we can take Memorial Day or Labor Day to a new level. However we think about it, I do think we need something cathartic like a huge street festival to bring us together. There is nothing like dancing in the streets to make people feel connected.
Tonight I will try to take some photos so that you can see where I am and what I am doing. I have been really hesitant to take photos because most people are mistaking me for Brazilian (as long as I don´t talk too much) and I have been enjoying being in a place where I blend in.
On another note I want to say that Brazilians are a beautiful people. Last night I was at a concert where there were a bunch of folks dancing nearby who looked like the most beautiful collection of Black people some of whom looked like they had just stepped out of a 70s movie with beautifully coiffed Afros, braids, and I had a moment where I felt really proud to be part of such a beautiful and resiliant group of people.
Later this week I will be moving into a residential neighborhood and visiting with people who are working in the parts of Salvador where tourists don´t visit. I am sure that I will have a different vision when I get there. However, as a person that is used to seeing my people struggle and feeling the frustration of not being able to "fix" everything. I am going to take a moment to appreciate the beauty and leave the deeper reflection for tomorrow.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
In case you are wondering - here it is
For those of you who were only following for the Barr Learning Journey, I thank you for reading and welcome you to continue reading as I continue to share stories from that time and from this next portion of my journey. While I am hoping that this next leg will be a little more calm than the last two weeks I also think there is much to learn and discover here.
For those that will continue with me for the next two weeks I invite you to continue reading and to feel free to send me comments. Please write your name at the end of your comments so that I can know who is writing.
The Journey Continues,
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The story of CPCD definitely bears repeating, so I will share it - A university professor named Sebastian was frustrated with the way that young people were being taught. He felt frustrated with the fact that the education system was teaching them to take in information but not really to learn. He felt that there must be a better way. So he put up an ad that more or less said – “If you believe there is a better way for our children to learn – Meet me under the mango tree.” When the day arrived he went to the mango tree to find a few other people and they started talking. As they began to dream about a better way for their children to learn they started finding that they too were learning from each other. In the process of trying to find a better way they were exchanging ideas and hunches that were helping each person and the group to come to a better idea of what they wanted and how they might move forward this dream of a better education for their children.
All of this started during the military dictatorship and was somewhat underground for years. Most of their work happened under mango trees, in different houses, in whatever space they could find. They were much more focused on how they could really educate children than they were on getting a building or building an institution. Over time they created an education methodology very much based on the ideas of Paulo Friere, but put into action in a concrete way that I have never seen before. Twenty-five years later was started as a proposition and an experiment has now become a full blown organization recognized around the world for its amazing work.
To understand the project we visited with their project Ser Crianca (which literally translates – To Be a Child) which was the project that started it all. This project is for school-aged children and there are two groups that come for 4 hours each day. Since Brazil’s school day is only 4 hours and children either go to school in the morning or the afternoon. The children who go to school in the afternoon come to Ser Crianza in the morning and then walk to school and the morning school children come to Ser Crianca in the afternoon.
Every day begins with a large circle where everyone is able to do a quick check-in, find out what the schedule is for the day and both adults and children can raise questions or concerns that the group needs to deal with. After circle time the children break into their different groups. Each group has one adult educator and between 10-16 children depending on the needs of the children. In their groups they may do something that we would consider more “educational” or more likely they will spend time doing what we often consider “alternative learning” like gardening, cooking, making basic medicinal remedies from herbs, or what we loved the most – they build their own toys.
The group meets in a space that would seem pretty lackluster except that they have decorated it in such a way that it has been transformed into a magical space full of toys mostly made from materials that you could easily find in your trash or recycle bin. When we were talking with the directors of the program, some of the children brought us a gift basket of toys they had made using he most simple items and I have to tell you some of their toys would put Toys R Us to shame. I have never seen plastic bottles look more appealing. The fact that the children are able to create these toys themselves and bring them home is so incredible. In one activity they learn to re-use the items that we usually throw away, they have a great kinesthetic learning experience, they produce something that they can be proud of, and they are able to bring toys to homes where many parents don’t have the means to spend money on expensive toys.
As I watched children explain to me what they were growing in their gardens and while standing alongside a young man as we both cut lettuce, I saw how by doing things that they found enjoyable these children were doing high level thinking. I had such a great time there that I started getting into the spirit of play and was out there doing stretching with some of the kids. I even was able to participate by teaching a short hip hop dance class (I will have to post some photos of that at another time.)
As I think of my own community where parents are often afraid to let their children go outside and where so much of the education system is focused on standardized testing, I realized how much of a gift it was to see children playing in a safe environment with adults who are invested in helping them to become an amazing group of citizens. I know that I will be digesting this experience for a long time but I was thankful that in such a crazy world I was able to see children being happy, engaged, and loved. Even as I write this I am a little sad that this experience felt so rare – maybe of all the problems in the world perhaps the greatest tragedy is that quality play time is in short supply.
Friday, June 19, 2009
After leaving Kaka’s we headed to the city of Santos. This is the winter season so there are not many people around. We got here on the Brazilian Valentine’s Day (which is in June because commercial sales tend to dip during that month instead of dipping in February like in the US) so as we walked along the beach there were many couples cuddling along the boardwalk.
In the morning we were met by our guides for the day, Natasha and Val. They are both part of a group called Elos which is the Portugues word for links. While we were still in Sao Paulo we had seen a video about the work of Elos and particularly their project “Guerreiros Sem Armas” which means “Warriors without Weapons.” The organization was started by a group of architecture students who felt that there was more to community development than just constructing buildings. A group of them began by meeting around the city in “unlikely” locations like some of the economically poor neighborhoods where people were in need of housing and other community structures like cultural centers, daycares, etc.
As they continued to meet more people from various communities it began to change their concept of what they needed to do as architects. They began to see their role as helping communities that most of us would see as “in need of help” to realize that they had the power not only to decide what they needed but to actual create powerful places using the material and human resources that they already have. They also recognized that they needed to help others, those of us who would call ourselves activists, change agents, social workers, etc. to realize that it is our job not to do things “for” the community but to work with the community and to do so in such a way that it transforms our beliefs and actions and ignites a spark in the community that we are working with.
We saw the power of this work directly and I will continue to unpack that throughout the rest of my blog, but I want to focus on one major lesson that I took away from my visit. The Warriors Without Weapons project was started for other architecture students and now is open to young people around the world who are committed to changing their communities. In Brazil they are often called social entrepreneurs. (At some other time I want to really unpack that phrase because there is a real need to reflect on the way that is used in the United States – but I digress.) The youth from the program spend one month going through a 4 step process which I think translates best as - Seeing, Relationship, Dream, Action. I could unpack each of those and may down the line, but I will say that these emphases were developed with Kaka as one of the spiritual guides for this project.
The first challenge for the Warriors is to go out into the communities and find something that they find truly beautiful. The Warriors are sent into favelas where people are living above sewage water where houses may not have running water and where all the buildings have been constructed with whatever people could find. Places where some people go to bed hungry and drug dealing becomes an only source of income for some and an only source of escape for others. These are places that if I showed you a photo of even what I saw I know that it would bring sadness to your mind that might lead you to turn down your plate or collect some clothes to give a way. It is in this place such as that that the Warriors must find something truly beautiful. And like many of us they struggle to find the beauty. Val shared one particular story that shed light on the power of this practice.
One young warrior was sent to a favela community and he came back saying that he could not find anything beautiful. He was told that he should go back and continue to search. After hours of seeing all of the challenges and all of the needs he happened upon a clothesline that caught his eye. All of the clothes were hung up starting with white and then going down the spectrum of the rainbow – yellow clothes flowing into orange clothes into red clothes into purple. Not only was it visually stunning, but he knew that someone was taking the time to do this and it was a sign that their soul still was creating beauty even in a place that would not be considered “worth the effort” by many of us.
After finding this place, the young man was told he needed to figure out what human hands are involved in creating, maintaining or protecting this beauty. They must find the person and come to know them and understand their motivation for creating beauty. In the case of this young man he had to knock on the door of the house which the clothesline belonged to. A woman answered the door and at first she told him that there was no reason that she hung the clothes out there. When it became clear that he really wanted to know she invited him into her house and shared her story. The woman had grown up in the Northeast region of Brazil in a part of the country that is really dry. Everyone waited for the rain and her mother always told her that when the rain came that when it was done that she would see a rainbow, so as a child she would always look for the rainbow. This was a story that she had never shared because no one had ever taken the time to ask her. Once the two of them shared this story they also had a relationship with depth.
Val shared that when people arrive to their program there are always people that say – Why are we doing these exercises and spending only one week building. If we dropped some of these tasks we could build for four weeks and get more done. However, she said that after doing the “Seeing” exercises, the Warriors have a totally different view of the neighborhood and more true relationships with residents.
Am I willing to create, maintain or protect beauty in the most “unlikely” of places?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I will find a way to write tomorrow!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
As we continue to drive, we hit a point where it suddenly feels like we have passed from a city into a rural place and within minutes we are driving in a full-blown rainforest. The bus continues to drive into the rainforest up some pretty steep hills until it stops at a a point where it can go no further. We get out to walk the rest of the way up a dirt road and see the sign for Instituto Arapoty. From there we walk another 7 min up a hill that overlooks an amazing valley and we can see that we are in the midst of an amazing place.
There is no way for me to share everything that Kaka shared with us or all of the thoughts that have come to me since, but the most powerful thing that he talked about was the importance of having "the dream." He explained that there are three kinds of dreams. First, the dreams that come to us in the night. They are the dreams that speak often of what has happened and they are placed in our minds by the spirits. We don't really control those dreams even thought they might have something to tell us. Second, there are the dreams that we have while we are awake. The dream of one person to be a doctor or to win a basketball game. Then there are the dreams we have together - the dreams that communities dare to dream.
He said that before we come up with any plans for how to move we must figure out how to unite our individual dream into a collective dream. When we have done that we are able to be united in our purpose and only after we have done that can we begin to create a plan.
So often we start our plan by figuring out what we need and the focus turns to all of the things that we do not have. Communities that consider themselves "poor" come to this part of the process and often believe that they cannot realize there dreams - yet Kaka said that when it comes to actualizing our dreams we need 80% relationships and only 20% financial resources. It is in our relationships that we often discover that we have far more resources then we think we do. When we unite our collective resources we find that if we connect our different resources we have everything that we need.
It led me to one simple question - What if I did my work believing that we have 80% of what we need?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Last night we went to a serau. It is like an open mic in a circle where everyone gives whatever artistic expression they have to offer. It came at the end of a really long and powerful (see the blog on Instituto Alana) day that ended with a 20 kilometer (about 13 mi) three hour drive in record breaking traffic. It was literally record breaking with traffic backed up for 265 kilometers.
Anyway, the serau included folks from around Sao Paulo who are doing projects to build up their communities. As we went around sharing I felt led to sing the song "His Eye is On The Sparrow" which is a song I sang in my grandmother's church. I have been hesitant in the past to sing Christian songs as to not offend people. But last night I explained that the song has deep importance to me because when my grandmother, who has Alzheimer's, doesn't know where she is or who I am singing hymns always helps her to calm down. This song has also been what has been sustaining me when m
young people have been shot in the streets. Even though some folks didn't understand the words I think we all felt the power of the song. While singing it I could feel the strength of my anscestors who were able to have faith and keep working in the face of things more difficult than what I face.
For the past month or so I have been meditating on the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. One of the main lines of the prayer says - " Lord Make Us Instruments of Your Peace" and in the midst of everything happening on the streets of Boston I have been trying to really make that prayer my own.
We arrived at our destination this morning and as I walked to the front of the church and I looked up to see that across the the wall it read in Portugues "Lord Make Us Instruments of Your Peace" and I felt how small the world truly is.
After taking a moment to thank God I went downstairs for our meeting with Father Ticao and the members of Nossa Sao Paulo (Our Sao Paulo.) We heard about an amazing community organizing project where they pushed the mayor and city council to agree to be accountable for developing and implementing a series of community improvements based on a list of incides of progress that was developed by a coalition of organizations and individuals. There is also a law which they got passed which requires the municipal government to publish their progress on a list of concrete items like building a hospital in one region, a park in another community and the restoration of a library in another neighborhood. I am not doing them justice so I definately suggest that you check out their website www.nossasaopaulo.org.br
From that meeting we went to visit a multinao (got to check the spelling on that). It is a place where they are building houses for families. What was incredible about this housing development is that the people who will live in the houses come for 8 hours on weekends and holidays to build the houses. To see men and women who would probably have no chance to own a home doing the hard work to build their home and the home of their neighbors. This kind of collective work was a reminder of how my ancestors did things when we believed that we could do anything if we pooled our resources. The project we went to visit was being led by a woman who had already built her house in another project and she was helping these folks to build their houses. After seeing the project that is just starting we got to see a development that was done and you could see that it was a beacon of hope in that neighborhood. In the first picture you see two women standing with Father Ticao who are working to build homes and who will be living in that housing development. The second picture is of the housing development which has already been built. We were not really able to enter because we were running late and because they were in the middle of a collective clean up when we arrived.
After seeing these projects we went to lunch and I got the opportunity to talk to Father Ticao. He the kind of person who walks with a strong aura around him. He has a great sense of humor and a commitment to speaking truth that pushes oppressed people to stand for themselves and that exposes the hypocrisy of those in power.
At lunch with him I saw a vision of the kind of minister I want to be. You could tell there was not an issue he had not touched. He embodied the mission of Jesus to serve people. He was not just talking about Jesus but living it in such a way that he didn't need to talk about God because he was such a grounded person that his life says it all.
Over the past year we have watched the economic system fail in such a big way that people are questioning - "Isn't there something better than this?" Today I had renewed hope that despite what I see from televangelism, maybe the church could be an instution that plays an important role in building a new world.
These youth all live in the favela of Jardin Platenal which is in the city of São Paulo. The land that the favela is built on was owned by a wealthy Brazilian couple who passed the land on to their grandchildren. When the grandchildren finally went to visit the piece of land they had inherited they found that there were a lot of people living there. The two grandchildren were overwhelmed by the economic poverty that people were living in and decided that they would fund a center to provide programs tha would help the families who live in the Jardin Platenal. They are the primary funders of Instituto Alana which has many social programs like this music group that we got the opportunity to see. While they played everything from swing to rock I eventually had to stand up and dance right there because they were so great and I wanted them to know that they were moving my spirit.
After hearing from the group and having a quick lunch at the Alana cafeteria, we went out to visit the neighborhood. Our tour was led by one of the community leaders Ronaldo. He was clearly a leader as everyone in the neighborhood waived at him as we went by. I also got the opportunity to talk to his son Vagner. They led us through the neighborhood even as people were building up their homes. All of the homes had been constructed by people with their own hands and they had established a community despite practically no support from the government. He showed us where they were putting in their own water pipes to bring water to people's homes and he showed us how in some places the neighbors are working together to raise the levels of their houses because there are standing sewage pits that are flooding their first floors.
I have to be honest that what we saw was a neighborhood with far more infrastructure challenges than anything I have seen in the US, but I also saw a level of organizing that is far beyond what I have seen in any neighborhood in the US. They have a fairly low level of crime because people are so tight that they don't steal from each other and in general don't have to worry about violence between their youth. The one crime that is a problem is domestic violence as many people face the kind of dehumanizing stress that creates deep conflict within the family. This is the unspoken crime that we often accept and I wanted to ask more about what they are doing to deal with family abuse.
While their was clearly so much that need to be done in terms of economic development I was so impressed by how much they were able to accomplish by working together. This was the first place where I really understood that Brazilians have a deeper sense of the need to work together to survive. I don't want to romanticize the economic poverty but I do want you to understand the spiritual richness to be something far beyond anything I have experienced.
I didn't really get to see much of the hip hop community in the favela, but I did see amazing graffiti that was beautifying the community. I don't have more time to write, but I look forward to inviting you all to my larger reflection session.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
She told me that the company that makes Crocs used to have a factory in Brazil. Because she had been working with the same materials that Crocs are made of she was contacted by the company to see if they could give her their leftover waste. Because thet created so much waste her project was too small to take it all so she pulled people together to come up with a viable project and then she presented it to Croc but they only wanted to donate the waste.
In all of Crocs advertising they claim to work with EcoFriendly materials and they have drop of places where you can "recycle" their shoes.
If that is the case why did they need her to take the waste. Why couldn't they just recycle it? If it can't be recycled where does all that waste go? If this woman who is doing a whole business around this material has never heard of a way to recycle this material, what is the chance that Croc has found some method that no one else has heard of?
So if someone from Croc can give me a credible answer on how exactly they recycle their material then maybe I will believe that their eco image is more than load of CROCK!
It is a new day in Sao Paulo and I am preparing for the day. Thanks to my friend Gibran I have a computer today that can upload my photos so I will be able to share some images of my time.
Yesterday we spent the afternoon experiencing Brazil through our five senses. We walked the streets in silence listening to the sounds and observing our environment. I described some of Sao Paulo in my last blog, but this time I took the time to really look at some of the graffiti in the city. I had heard that Sao Paulo has a big hip hop movement, but I took a close look at some of the graffiti during our walk yesterday.
Then we arrived at this amazing dance school called Instituto Brincante which I more or less translate as the Institute of Playing. We arrived while a group of school teachers were there. They come once a week for a year to learn about Brazilian culture, but instead of learning through books and lectures they learn through play. They were in the middle of their weekly dance class and afterwards they went across the hall to make paper mache festival costumes. The celebration of saints' days are big in Brazil and June is the biggest month after Carnavale in February. They were making stars, horses, houses, etc. out of recycled materials that would be easy for them to get in their community without spending a lot of money.
When we got there the first thing that she asked was where all of us were from. Our group is really diverse with people representing all of the major racial groups in the world. Each of us talked about our background and at the end of the class the teacher told us that seeing us being from so many different parts of the globe and all considering ourselves Americans actually changed her idea of what the United States is. I know that we have a long way to go in terms of being a country where we value all people and where we can share across culture but when she said that I had a moment where I thought - this is what God would really want for us. If only this was the way things were on a regular basis at home.
After the introductions we got right into dance. Most of the dances she taught us were relatively simple choral dances that were from different regions of Brazil but mostly with indigenous and African roots. I had a great time and it was a lot of fun. I was dancing with folks that I am used to mostly seeing in meetings and the amount of joy we had was amazing. Everyone was getting into it and we were dancing in a circle and in pairs. Towards the end we came to a dance that I think was called Maracatum and it required more drums so a few of us volunteered to be drummers. From what I have learned it is very rare for women to be drummers in Brazilian culture (or in most cultures for that matter) so I volunteered. I had a great time and think that I found my new calling as you can see from the picture. I made sure that someone took a picture so that Ella could see her titi drumming. My sister might not be so pleased with it, but I think I going to go to the marketplace today in search of a small drum for Ella - and maybe a big drum for me.
Our class was nearly over and I was drumming, singing, and dancing at the same time while I looked out on some of the leaders of our city and I thought of the quote - If I can't dance then it's not my revolution. I send a particular shout out to Barr Fellow Jose Masso because I think he would have been so happy to see this scene. He just finished doing an event called Dance for World Community in Boston. And I am going to volunteer to add something to next years event. A big Brazilian dance class for everyone to learn how to dance and drum the Brazilian way!
So I have more to share but can't get it all in this one blog so I will write again later!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
We are spending the beginning of our journey in Sao Paulo. The city is huge - population 20 million, so if you think New York is big at only 14 million, then you can imagine how things are in Sao Paulo. The area we are staying in, Vila Madelena was once a suburb of the city but the city has gotten so big that this once suburb is now a full blown urban area. Our host told me that they open a new high rise building what seems like a least once a week. The evidence of the gentrification of this part of the city is clear as small almost row houses can sit across the street from 30 floor apartment complexes. From what I hear the rapid population growth has outpaced any attempts at city planning.
I got to take a run this morning and could really see the relative lack of planning as commercial districts abruptly became upscale residential neighborhoods which suddenly became commercial and then low-income residential. While there are some aspects of this that are disturbing, on the other hand it feels like the city is really alive and really trying to figure out who it really is. What is not clear to me is whether people have the opportunity or space to talk about what their collective identity is going to be. Much of the residential landscape is dominated by gated and fenced in homes. Thomás explained that there were many years where crime was a major problem in the São Paulo and that the gating is a reminent of that time. Yet it is on all of the new developments too.
I have to admit that anywhere in the world I am concerned about the prevelance of gates; nonetheless I don´t want to be too hasty in making judgements. One day does not an expert make. So today I will get out in the city again and learn and observe more.
We had our first group circle this morning and I feel deeply blessed to be among such an amazing group of people. I already feel the work that is happening in me as I work to figure out who I am and what direction God is leading me into. I saw that there are 7 people following the blog at this point so I am thankful to know that it is not just the people here who are following this journey. Again I welcome you to join the blog as a follower so you will get updates and I encourage you to comment back. My life does not exist in isolation, but even as you read this you are part of my community. Thank you for taking the time to read my musings, and I promise to include pictures with my next blog. I just have to find the right cord for my camera so that I can upload photos.
Boa Tarde (Good Afternoon)
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Subj: The First Flight is Over
We have just landed in Atlanta and are preparing for our next flight from ATL to GRU (the international airport in Sao Paulo).
This picture is of us at the airport in Boston. A bunch of workaholics ready to take this journey of rest and reflection. There is not much to report so far. We got off fine at the airport. My whole immediate family was there to see me off. Complete in Hammond style with a "just before I had to go through security" arrival by my dad.
I have to admit that it was really hard to leave my husband. We have been apart quite a bit because he used to travel a lot for work. However, saying goodbye this timw was different. I am not just going on a work trip, but on a journey - an adventure that will probably change me. It is wierd not to come home to share that with him.
In addition, we have only gone two days without talking on the phone since we started dating more than 7 years ago. I am not sure that I will be able to call every night, so that will be strange.
Then there was saying goodbye to my neice Ella. She gave me a kiss but didn't seem to understand why everyone was making such a big deal. At 3 years old you don't understand the concept of how long a month is. She definitely doesn't understand that some phone calls are too expensive to make on a whim. I will miss her a lot.
My sister has agreed to read my blog to her every night, so Ella Bella Boo titi loves you. So go to bed and try to be potty trained by the time I get home.
Signing off for now!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
In this last year I have seen the organization get much stronger financially and in terms of our staff and at the same time I have mourned the loss of two youth who participated in our work and paced at the hospital twice hoping that young people who I care about would be spared - praying that the bullet didn't hit anything fatal.
As I said my goodbyes during our Open Mic I started to cry - something I try hard to avoid. Some of the tears were a release of the pain I have been carrying as I have put my all into supporting young people and I haven't been able to stop the streets from claiming their lives. Some of the tears were because I looked out and saw one of the young women that I trained, Janine Quarles, handing out papers for the organizing she is doing around education reform.
In that moment I realized that you win sometimes and you lose sometimes, but you always got to keep going. So as a person whose battery has gotten a little worn down I am embracing this time of rest and reflection. I am so excited to be going to Brazil. I have studied many cities and countries but there are only a few that stand out to me as places that have always stuck out to me for their deep sense of spirit.
South Africa is one and I got to visit in 1996. New Orleans is another and I continue to maintain my relationship with that city since I first went in 2004 on the Project HIP-HOP Civil Rights Tour. Brazil is at the top of my list of cultural meccas that I need to get to. So I am going. I have no idea what I will find or who I will meet. I am far from organized about my journey, but I am actually okay with the fact that I don't have an air-tight plan. I will make the road by walking (and flying, and riding the bus :) )
I hope that you will join me on this journey as I discover Brazil and re-discover myself and who God is calling me to be. I hope you will pray for me, send me comments and use my reflections to spark something in yourself. I thank you for being part of the community that supports me and I hope this blog will be a source of discovery, laughter, reflection and inspiration.
Please feel free to comment back to me. I will definitely appreciate that!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
If you commit to reading this, then I will commit to writing every couple of days. Hopefully I will have great stories to share!
P.S. Thank you to my husband for coming up with the name for this blog!