It was about 6:30am. I got up from my chair to take a break and walked over to the pantry to grab a cup of tea. Just like any other day, the myriad of voices and conversations, both in the exterior world and the internal minds, controlled the surrounding area. Suddenly, in the midst of all that chaotic noise, I heard a soft, yet strong voice, call me, “Excuse me, ma’am?” It was a short Afro-Latino guy, around his 50s, who I see from time to time cleaning out the coffee/tea area, standing in front of me with a shy, but yet, an excited look on his face. read more
Today, November 20th, Brazil celebrates Dia da Consciencia Negra (Black Consciousness Day)
A few cities in Brazil celebrated the day with several forms of activities, from Afro-Brazilian dance shows, and read more
Photo: Mirian Silva
After 12 hours, my body finally said it was time to wake up. It was a sunny 75 degree day, and as any other weekend, I got up and sat in front of the computer to continue working on my many projects. However, I couldn’t really focus and since I needed to run a few errands, I decided to go out. So I hopped in the shower, pulled my hair up to a pony tail, put my shades on and bounced.
I began to drive without a destination and headed west in the direction of a few mountains that I’ve been curious to see since I moved to Arizona. I rolled down my windows, blasted the radio and enjoyed the fresh and crisp wind on my face. read more