Tag: Overcoming Stigmas

Gleo-metamorphosis

What Community Means to Me and Why Restorative Justice Matters

The feeling of what community means to me began at a very young age while growing up in Mexico, and the experiences I had with my family and neighbors helped me significantly to become the person I am today and appreciate Restorative Justice even more now being an older adult. Community to me means more than simply being surrounded by people. For me, community means belonging, accountability, support, and knowing that you do not have to face difficult moments alone.

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Young Lady with Flower, 1960. Amelia Peláez del Casal (Cuba, 1896-1968)

From Rights to Reality

In theory, rights are clear. Women have the right to health, autonomy, identity, and safety. Girls and adolescents have the right to be protected, to be heard, and to grow up in environments that support their well-being. But in practice—especially for immigrant women in the United States—these rights are not always accessible.

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Lonely Figure, 1930. Tarsila do Amaral (Brazil, 1986-1973)

Commemorating Women’s Day 

People sometimes ask: why do we have a Women’s Day but not a Men’s Day? The answer is simple. Because men have historically held the power. They have been the ones making decisions and shaping the systems. They never needed a special day to be recognized.

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Stork: How to transform children’s sex education into a possible conversation

This is the context in which Cigüeña emerged: a card game about children’s sexual health, created so that adults—mothers, fathers, caregivers, educators, and professionals—can learn first, before trying to teach. Because what most of us received as “sex education” were myths, silences, inherited fears, or confusing explanations that never really answered what we needed to know.

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Natalia Gallego Sánchez, Gleo (1992), Colombian artist, Detail, Mural in Kiruna, Sweden (2022)

My Journey with Grief and Mental Health

On a hot summer day, my world changed completely. The person who brought me to this world died. One moment she was alive, smiling and living and the next she was no longer reachable by a phone call or airplane ride. The grief that came over me turned my world upside down, painting it black. Sometimes, through the cracks, light shines brightly warming me up inside. There are moments of hope even though it is fleeting.

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