Election Day Watching my sister slurp sprinkles from the side of a cone, I told her that she was a woman with fine wine and Susan B. Anthony running through her veins. I told her that she was Miss America, … Continue reading
A blog by PeacePlayers International
Scholar of coaching science and human interactions
Two bikes, one life, and the whole world to see
The thoughts of a random Burundian woman
The absurd, the ironic, and the faithful.
Guitarist Extraordinaire
"when sleeping women wake, mountains move."
We each have a voice. It's time to hear and be heard.
