On this very day, 114 years ago, my paternal great-great grandparents landed on Ellis Island after a 10 day journey at sea. They left the Port of Hamburg, Germany on November 25, 1909 and landed on Ellis Island in the afternoon of December 5, 1909. They took a risk in the pursuit of a better life that was not guaranteed. In the quiet of 2am, after a night of wearing crystals, dancing
On the night of the Full Moon, the sky opened in Brooklyn and the rain fell down. I was sorting though boxes of golden glitter fabric to decorate the altar at The House of Yes, and I hunched my body to stay under the roof, in an attempt to keep dry. The rain splattered my ankles and my feet through my sandals and