Shanina Ross

LEARN, MOVE, AND CHANGE

jayduhhh:

kitty-von-tease:

mohandasgandhi:

si-dramatic:

“You’d think the US government had bigger priorities than treating honors students like criminals, yet here we are” 

Watch this.

because I come from the roots of fighters. my mother fought to come to this nation. she has worked hard every single day from cleaning someones house to taking care of your children….. although I was born here. my solidarity, my love and understanding of having family being undocumented and seeing them suffer, cheated by lawyers, deported….I cannot stress enough how much we are in need of IMMIGRATION REFORM. 

Crying.

(Source: sidramatic, via superphuntime)

werqaholic:

“In a Room Full of Naked Koreans, Margaret Cho’s Body is an Unwelcome Sight”

Le Sigh. Keepin’ it real. 

These were all women of various sizes and shapes and some, like me, bore the marks of a difficult life. My tattoos represent much of the pain and suffering I have endured. They are part of me, just like my scars, my fat, my eternal struggle with gravity. None of our bodies are ‘perfect’. We live in them. They aren’t supposed to be ‘perfect’. We are just us, perceived flaws and all. I am just only myself. I like a good scrub and a sauna, especially when you can watch Tiger Woods while it’s all going down. (Margaret Cho)

werqaholic:

“In a Room Full of Naked Koreans, Margaret Cho’s Body is an Unwelcome Sight”

Le Sigh. Keepin’ it real. 

These were all women of various sizes and shapes and some, like me, bore the marks of a difficult life. My tattoos represent much of the pain and suffering I have endured. They are part of me, just like my scars, my fat, my eternal struggle with gravity. None of our bodies are ‘perfect’. We live in them. They aren’t supposed to be ‘perfect’. We are just us, perceived flaws and all. I am just only myself. I like a good scrub and a sauna, especially when you can watch Tiger Woods while it’s all going down. (Margaret Cho)

(Source: demonssemen)

Day 2 in DC, time to get down to business! #4immigrantwomen #powerup! @napawf @cywcfullerton

Day 2 in DC, time to get down to business! #4immigrantwomen #powerup! @napawf @cywcfullerton

cháo cho cháu / rice porridge for grandchildren

nuocmamca:


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over the years, i’ve experienced something in my vietnamese family’s that i call “fierce love”.  it’s what i would imagine if my mom, a petite cute rooster zodiac woman, met beyonce.

it’s the love that i don’t necessarily experience with hugs, kisses, and constant verbal and physical affirmation, but through assertive discipline, passionate judgement, resilience, and lots and lots of making food and me eating it.

i’ve combined this concept of fierce love with one of my favorite things to do - writing love letters.  dedicated to the mothers, daughters, grandmothers, and fierce food females who’ve nourished us.

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nuocmamca:

major, major props and appreciations to the common ground crew for inviting me out, allowing me to share my love for food, my love for stories at this month’s open mic.  a lil’ bit of what i shared:

f o o d for the s o u l.

one of the things i believe is that we live the way that we do, we engage with everything around us, and we choose to interact how we interact with the world because of what i consider “great turnings” - moments in our lives in which we may encounter a challenge, we make a decision, and there’s a shift - a turning - of energy.  these also may be “peaks and valleys” or “high and low points” in our lives.  

on those great turnings for me was when i was 18, two months before graduating high school. i had always been a husky kid and always had more to love.  i loved the junkiest of junk foods.  though while i seemed happy from the outside, i was emotionally drained in the inside.  my soul felt empty.  my doctor at the time, after doing the blood work, diagnosed me with type 2 diabetes and high blood pressure, and told me that if i continued to eat and live the way that i did, i would live to be 30.  i found out pretty quickly that diet-related disease was in my family, in my friends, and in my community.  that day was the beginning of now my 8 year journey of understanding not just how food affects our health, but how the ills and opportunities of our health are systematic - connected to our collective understanding of power, justice and liberation.

i’ve collected many stories over the last 8 years, and i’m excited to share my love for them tonight.

chào cay trâm mốc / dear jambolan tree on spirits and “otherly” existence.  dedicated to nina, nina’s dad, and seed savers of the world.

snap. snap. snap. on oakland streets, food justice, access, and sustaining our needs.  dedicated to the activists, organizers, artists, educators, and warriors of the world.

cháo cho cháu / rice porridge for grandchildren on vietnamese fierce love, love letters to food, and healing.  dedicated to the mothers, daughters, sisters, grandmothers, and fierce food females who’ve nourished us.

the food offerings that night:

món ăn linh hồn đêm nay

xôi xoài*
với gia vi ̣được chọn riêng: mè, ̣đậu phộng, và dừa*

xôi mặn*
với gia vị: đồ chua và hành phi*
được chọn phần gà, tôm, lạp xưởng, hay chả/giò lụa

xoài tươi*
với mưới ớt

dừa tươi*

bánh mì

*món ăn chay

the evening’s soul menu

mango sticky rice*
with roasted sesame seeds, roasted peanuts, and shredded coconut as condiments

savory sticky rice*
with pickles and fried shallots*
with chicken, shrimp, cured sausage, and/or fresh banana-leaf-wrapped sausage

fresh mangoes*
with chili salt*

fresh coconuts*

bread and sandwiches

*vegan

 

pics: @commongroundoc

funksflo:

lorenzmdumuk:

 Terisa Siagatonu- “Duty”

damn this poem is so fiercely dope.

Our mothers,

They do not laugh like we do.

We do not know the shape of their teeth in good light.

(via nuocmamca)

My submission to Common Ground’s last show with the theme “Food for the Soul”, 

Laotian Noodles, Banh Canh Lao, khao piak. My mom lived in Vientiane, Laos for more than 10 years before entering refugee camp in Thailand. Through her dishes, I can better understand her life and her journey through Laos, Thailand, and the Philippines. 

 Food was my mom’s expression of love. The way she goes to the market every single day to pick the freshest ingredients, only to use the best ingredients for dinner. 
"When I was your age, I was observing chefs, that’s how I learned to cook"
"How are you going to raise a family with American food? Your children would be overweight over mac and cheese!"
My mother is the Goddess, Masterchef, Executive chef in her kitchen.
Sometimes if I sit there long enough, she would tell me stories. How she skipped 3rd grade to work at the market, fetched water from the well, grew up on bowls of porridge and peanuts. In her 20’s, she immigrated over to Laos to work for my grandma’s restaurant. Cooked nem nuong, grilled pork for 10 years and raised her siblings.
 Through these kitchen conversations, I started to realize how my own awareness of cultural diversity and senses developed as I ate my mother’s food. Food for the soul is not just sustenance, but also sustaining the mind and spirit to continue living with purpose. 

My submission to Common Ground’s last show with the theme “Food for the Soul”, 

Laotian Noodles, Banh Canh Lao, khao piak. My mom lived in Vientiane, Laos for more than 10 years before entering refugee camp in Thailand. Through her dishes, I can better understand her life and her journey through Laos, Thailand, and the Philippines. 

Food was my mom’s expression of love. The way she goes to the market every single day to pick the freshest ingredients, only to use the best ingredients for dinner. 

"When I was your age, I was observing chefs, that’s how I learned to cook"

"How are you going to raise a family with American food? Your children would be overweight over mac and cheese!"

My mother is the Goddess, Masterchef, Executive chef in her kitchen.

Sometimes if I sit there long enough, she would tell me stories. How she skipped 3rd grade to work at the market, fetched water from the well, grew up on bowls of porridge and peanuts. In her 20’s, she immigrated over to Laos to work for my grandma’s restaurant. Cooked nem nuong, grilled pork for 10 years and raised her siblings.

Through these kitchen conversations, I started to realize how my own awareness of cultural diversity and senses developed as I ate my mother’s food. Food for the soul is not just sustenance, but also sustaining the mind and spirit to continue living with purpose. 

Elli Ingram

—Poetic Justice

Poetic Justice - Elli Ingram

addicted to this cover.

(Source: letmebegreat)

The play brought back a lot of memories and suddenly I find myself missing my late grandmother #emotional #play #christmasinhanoi #kwanzainhue #ramadaninsaigon

The play brought back a lot of memories and suddenly I find myself missing my late grandmother #emotional #play #christmasinhanoi #kwanzainhue #ramadaninsaigon

Happy Lunar New Year! Chuc Mung Nam Moi! #sauriengsothom #haibatrung @xo_mnn @nuocmamca

Happy Lunar New Year! Chuc Mung Nam Moi! #sauriengsothom #haibatrung @xo_mnn @nuocmamca