Too many words pour out of my pen – I feel, my mind requires moderation. I feel, I think in too many languages. Perhaps because,my mind is hybrid of three different cultures.
2010 VOF Week 2
While growing up as a young girl, several girls my age had this unvoiced mentality impeded in them that a woman's place is in the kitchen doing household chores.
If a timeline will be created to depict who I am, it will probably be synonymous to a seismic quake with a 7.5 reading on a Richter scale.
In my last post I likened Web 2.0 to a spider’s web – an “Orb Web”.
When I was a little girl, the sky was my canvas. On blue-sky days, I would lie on my back on the bonnet of Daddy’s Peugeot, and paint my Disney-flavored fantasies.
From a predominantly female children family, the 6th out of 7 children, 5 females and 2 males, several times my father would express regret that I was a female child especially when I performed very w
Being a woman of color in the outdoor industry of the United States makes me stand out – everyone notices my presence immediately.
Several years ago I got a revelation that I could serve better if I dedicate my gifts and abilities to activities with meaning.
Self-esteem is an issue for women. We are expected to fulfill many different tasks involving all sorts of abilities. And we do it.
World Pulse and Pulsewire is a path that showed itself to me spontaneously through the various sources of information I receive, in the form of newsletters, blogs and journals I like to visit and read