The days leading up to my 16th birthday, I prepared to visit the DMV to take my road test and get my driver’s license. Once I had earned that license, I celebrated a newfound sense of independence.
Caring for Colorado’s Immigrants
When I first moved to Denver, I worked in affordable housing, and spent time at my organization’s various properties around the metro area. The largest of these was in the East Colfax neighborhood of Aurora, which housed over 300 families, nearly all of which were immigrants and refugees.
Organizing for Health
At the end of the day, the health care problem isn’t crying in their laps. And the economy isn’t asking them for new sneakers. Violence isn’t attending the same schools as their kids.
Special Solutions to Specialty Care
Many men and women with cancer aren’t as lucky as my mom and disparities in cancer morality and survivorship are well documented—especially among African Americans.
Cultural Caregiving
It was Christmas Eve 2007, and I was spending the night in a hospital room, but there was no other place that I wanted to be. My mother and I set up chairs with blankets next to my grandfather’s bed as we took turns watching over him.