I can remember as if it was yesterday that I ran through the streets of the small Ejido, the place I called home for many years, eleven to be exact. My first memories birthed in this small village, I can still smell the wet hills after the rain, the home of the bakery man as I walked by on my way to school. I can still hear the heavy accent in my teacher’s voice as she attempted to teach us how to say “Buenos Dias” in English. She had big dreams, indeed. Most importantly, I can still feel the passion of my community running through me. Continue reading
Refugee Photo Exhibit
On a recent trip to Los Angeles, I had the pleasure of visiting the Refugee Photo Exhibit at the Annenburgh Space for Photography. This exhibit has been shown from April 23, 2016 to August 21, 2016 and focuses on sharing … Continue reading