Houston is a lot more diverse than outsiders may realize. When I’m downtown, I like to grab my camera and walk around to take pictures.
As I flew into Washington, DC, last month, I knew I had an enviable view of the city below. The little, short-haul Embraer jet (read:
We are gathering in airports and public parks. Recently, we marched together in cities and towns in red states and blue states and foreign nations. We’ve
This month’s “The Waiting Room” is the final installment of the three-part essay “No, You’re Not Moving to Europe.” If you missed the first two
Why Walk? When a friend added me to the Nasty Women’s March group three days after the election, I knew I’d be going. Soon after,
The Decision to March Before this inaugural weekend, I’d never participated in a demonstration. My activism was limited to what I believed were my most