Reality – ugly truth or sad fact?


If you read my blog last week and if you believed I had dinner with Robert de Niro then I apologise if my attempt at wit got misdirected!  I wrote my blog after a bout of flu and I can only blame delirium for that post!

However, I do believe in the power of thought and attraction so I am not giving up on having a tête-à-tête with Mr Dinero as I do believe it’s worth me giving it a shot to try and get through to him on a sore point!

Because of my blog post, I discovered that Mr D and other gazillionaires of his ilk are wanting to provide a luxurious getaway for other rich buddies on the beautiful island of Barbuda.  I also discovered that land in Barbuda has always been held in common by the people and has never been up for grabs, till now!  What a disappointment this news was to me.  Once again, I was confused and devastated to see how the rich want it all!  They want it now and with no concern of the right thing, seeming to poop on others less fortunate than themselves!  With arguments dressing it up as jobs for the locals , doing the local economy good yawn, the rich get everywhere and just want to take take take!  And to what end?  In my opinion, albeit just an opinion, God forbid their final moments on earth,  Those moments when the DVD of our lives is thrust in front of our eyes and when we have to look at all the messy things that we did with our lives.  This goes for all of us, no exceptions!

I try hard, sometimes harder, sometimes not, but I try hard every day to be a better person.  I have warts and all and that better person inside does daily battle with the voices in her head telling her she’s too this and not enough of that.  But I do daily battle and most often I tell the voices that Glynny is not a bad ‘un after all and I do admire the little bit she does for her part on the planet!  It’s not a lot but it’s my lot and I try not to do damage on others although each day, more realisation of my consumerism habits does bother me – where has it come from and who suffered to get it to me!!  Oh, and I can try a lot harder believe you me!

So Mr De Niro and to all other wealthy people of your kind, you know the ones I mean – wanting luxury at the expense of others – please call and let’s meet.  From a spiritual perspective I have a message or two.  One, you cannot take it with you!  There is no way you’ll get to say at the very end, hang on, let me pack my wealth please!  And two, you will have to answer for everything you did with your life especially how it affected the lives of others.  There are 1,800 Barbudians facing not only a loss of land but a loss of tradition and community and all because you and your buddies want a new playground.  You are not bad people, none of us are, but we cannot live in more than one home; we cannot drive more than one car; we cannot dress ourselves in more than one outfit and we should not do all this at the expense of those with nowt.  In short, please KISS –  keep it simple stupid!


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Living the dream


So there I was, down at the plaza, and some local comes running up to me to tell me that Robert de Niro is sitting having a coffee in our square!  I say “nah, it’s gotta be one of those impersonators, but leave it with me”!  Over I stroll to Roberto, or march up to him rather, with one of those full on Glynny wattage smiles:  “Mr Tarantino, how nice to see you in our village” and of course as I see his face grow into that menacing look, I add “only joking with you Mr de Niro, if it had been Quentin, we would have battened down the hatches already!”

Well, I sat and chatted with Bob for about and hour and a half, making sure that our village was treating him fine – the way we like to do that for our Hollywood superstar visitors.  He was here on a recce with one of his producers and I entertained him in my splendid and professional manner, even telling him of my plans to change the name of the village when I become mayoress!  I managed to get first born and side kick Facu, aka the Burn, to show up with their guitars and they serenaded him for a while too.  I’ll say this for the man, generous too, they got a lovely tip!  Even the ex got a call and was delighted to be dragged away from selling houses to meet the legend and then all the various on-lookers, hangers on and other interested (for that read nosy) people got called in for a selfie with one of cinema’s greats – sorry can’t share, had to sign a confidentially kind of thing!  Sadly second born was at school but not a problem, a little video recorded message was made for him, a keepsake for all time!

I went on my way but not without first giving him my card and explaining that, yes I would be delighted to have the film rewritten to include a part in it for me, especially as he now knew what calibre and talent there was in Mallorca!  And damn, what a good hour and a half that was!

Bad news is of course I got the script today along with the shooting schedule and I am trying not to scream but “why is there so much hanging about on a film set ffs!!”

Mind you, he’s invited us out to dinner tonight and told me to bring the family so that’s me, the ex and his girlfriend plus her two kids, first born and his girlfriend (shall I tell her parents?), second born and a friend, my mum, my sister and the Burn and his lovely wife.  We’re going to Caimari, you know, the very good Ca Na Toneta restaurant where Michelle got taken by some ex US ambassador and his wife last year – if it was good enough for her, it will be fine for our guest!

Delirious or deluded!  I don’t care, that was the best night’s lack of sleep for a long time!  I’m still giggling at my audacity for marching up to him like I did!

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Sadly, most of us have forgotten who we are and forgotten, above all, that we can’t “take it” with us when we die!  Obviously there will be a bit of tension at dinner tonight, after all there will be 3 Caribbean women in attendance!  Mr Roberto Dinero, remember this:

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; 

Whilst you might play many parts in your lifetime, don’t fall under the spell of the miser and play that as your best role yet!  You were made for better stuff señor – give up the exploitation and rich man’s playthings, they are unbecoming of a true master!

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Well would ya believe it!

Santiago Stankovic Fotografia

One World Music Festival

What an exciting time I’m having!  Since being withdrawn from the teaching programme, I am enjoying being where I am and the gifts of abundance are dropping in my lap which makes it so much more exciting!  No sooner than I decided that the blessing in losing one job was to give me time, space and energy on keeping my own house in order, ie my own business, the rewards began to show.

Ceremonies, enquiries, bookings started to come my way and being open to my purpose shows me that the path I am on is the right one for me.  The last two formal ceremonies, one a wedding and one a funeral,  have seen me receive tips from the ones who booked me.  Last Sunday’s ceremony to open the second edition of the One World Music Festival, showed me that there is a place for me and my work in the not so usual settings.

I facilitated the most incredible meeting of a Death Café too and 25 interested, curious and open people showed up to share thoughts, reflections and moments in an enriching setting.  I came away humbled and excited that finally we are talking in an open manner, prepared to listen to others and sharing ourselves in such a positive way.  I am preparing meetings in Palma soon to carry on this very important work of talking about death in a natural manner, after all, it comes to us all eventually.

All in all, I am excited to see the day to day unfold as losing one income has opened me up to gaining so much more.  Watch this space!

Photo credit: Santiago Stankovic Photography

Magic and the secret garden

Some of you may recall that I “won” the Euro Millions recently, a nice little amount of 15 million euros and that I spent it in a flash – this all happened in my head in a 30 minute drive from Palma to school pick up!  I bought a load of property, gifted it around, including my favourite building of all time which I turned into the Binissalem Peace Centre!  I also bought my lovely eco café people Javi and Elena a building and also my son’s eco school a building, amongst other things!

Today, I discovered that the building I had ear-marked for the Peace Centre is the new location for my son’s school! I am sitting writing this with the biggest smile on my face as I enjoy the wonder of magic and knowing that believing is seeing and even if I do see it slightly differently, it all works out!!  I shall have to relocate my Peace Centre but what a result with the win!

Just before I heard the news, I had parked my car and seen a sign saying “Euromillones – 63 millones” and what do you think I did!  I went and “won” it again!

I spent it in the 12 minutes it takes to drive from the school back home and you’ll be happy to know that the following got 10 million each – Mallorca based not for profits PermaMed, Ondine and Fundación Sa Llavor and London based Communities Empowerment Network.  They will be able to carry on doing what they do so brilliantly already and this money will help them take the pressure off, to get really stuck in and take what they already do so selflessly to a new level.  From promoting permaculture to a wider audience, to keeping our seas and oceans clean and also devloping new ways of holistically educating and caring for our next generations.

I also put aside 5 million to create old people communities including making sure that there is a healthy support for the dying and a million of that was donated to the awesome people at Capsula Mundi to help with their development of the burial pod.

Eight million euros was used island wide for culture and the arts and lots of projects, existing and new, got lucky by being gifted money to help promote culture and the arts.  First born is well happy with the new studio and jazz appreciation school!

I’ve got 10 million left over but I want to go abroad and go back to my roots, Jamaica and Wales, and see what I can do there with the money.  Watch this space.

I’m happy and content – 63 million euros well spent!

Mallorca’s Avalanche of Love

Santiago Stankovic Photography;

Generosity at its best

I have been blessed to meet some incredible people in my life and none other than this past week.  The powerhouse and inspiration behind Mallorca’s recent avalanche of love is none other than local councillor for Inca, Antonia Triguero.

At a recent gathering of Mallorca based group, Kreakolektiva, Antonia was asked by the hosts to speak about her visit to the island of Kos and why she had decided to collect for the refugees upon her return to Mallorca.  That she did shows the big heart she has and that evening, she inspired the hundred or so people gathered to get involved and none other than photographer, Santiago Stankovic, who immediately set about creating a Facebook event which spiralled out of wonderful control.

With these two souls putting their hearts out there for people to follow, the incredible result was almost overwhelming at times, with people coming from all over the island, donating thousands upon thousands of items to be sent to the refugees in Lesvos.

At first Antonia had secured one 40ft container, but a week of Santi driving all over the island inspiring people out of their houses with donations meant that not just another, but up to six more containers were needed and with people power, they have nearly all been secured with the original plan to leave for Lesvos in the next week or so.  There is a bank account into which anyone can donate to help with the transport, see below, as each container cost 4,500€ to send.

Unfortunately the European Union have just signed a sad and sour deal with Turkey and in the last 24 hours the situation in Greece is unclear, with refugees being turned away from Lesvos as well as being being turfed out of the inhumane camps they have been held in.  What faces Antonia now is  where to send these next containers and as soon as NGOs and colleagues on the ground in Greece can tell her, we shall spread the news as to what is happening with everyone’s kind donations.

All this got me thinking about many things.  One is that this could easily be me or you.  From one day to the next, our brothers and sisters, who now find themselves as refugees, were living in their homes, with their jobs and daily tasks, with their loved ones and their pets.  In a heartbeat, they were on their way with just enough to fill a backpack on a journey where they had no map and who knows if they will get to where they don’t know they are going.  Especially now, with the new ruling, no-one knows what will happen to them.

What Mallorca’s good people have shown this week is that we, the ordinary and the extraordinary people everywhere, know what is good and what is right and that is where our energies have been spent this past week.  It is NOT right that we have a situation whereby thousands and thousands of our human family are fighting for their lives on a daily journey with no clear destination in sight.  It is NOT right that our elected officials sit in their fine offices and wine and dine on the misery of our human families affected by greed, violence and outrageous ego.  It is NOT right that we continue to elect these self-same officious men and women who deserve to come down from their ivory towers and ask themselves “what if that were me”?  It is NOT right that the refugees have no safe passage to escape war and misery.  It is especially NOT right the recent and atrocious deal made on our behalf to turn back the refugees that even dare to think of setting foot in Europe.

Antonia Triguero, Santiago Stankovic, people of Inca, women, men, young people and children of Mallorca you are a force to be reckoned with.  You are people with heart, with a conscience, with abundant love and compassion.  You are a people I take my hat off to and thank you for being who you are.

Visca Mallorca!

To donate to Proem-Aid to send the containers onwards, please use “Contenedor Mallorca” as reference and donate to this account: ES49 1491 0001 2021 7549 1022


Politic…. or is it?!

David & Goliath

As I took Maggie out for a walk this morning, I bumped into one of the football mums who was also a buddy in the little political party I was involved in for the May local elections.  Since the disaster of the results and the ensuing lack of cooperation on the part of the opposing parties, I have taken myself away from them.  The experience was interesting and I don’t even begin to understand politics but I certainly do wish and hope for less ego and more humility for those who get involved, myself included.

So here’s the thing: catching up with said mum about the latest in the village, we chatted about the recent resignation of the president of the local football team.  Yes, I had seen the news in the local press just a couple of days ago – no reasons were given for his resignation.  However, it transpires that he’d had his fingers in the pot, hence was asked to stand down. Now that did grab my attention as the facilities at our local football ground have not been the best for sometime.  Of course, if there’s no money then it’s understandable that facilities are going to be lacking – anyone can understand that can’t they?

I queried whether the ex president was facing prosecution or at least a guarantee that he would never be able to run for any public office ever again.  Ha, how stupid am I?!  No, of course not, not even a slap on the wrist, just a quick and convenient resignation with a whole village colluding with him, myself included!

That brings me on to what’s happening in Greece and them standing up to the Troika with a resounding “no” this past Sunday.  Now I cannot even begin to fathom how we are going to come out of that mess or any mess in the world today come to think of it!  I would have voted “no” too.  But what is the answer?  All I know is that we cannot continue in a world that gives corporations so much power over us and I believe we are going to have to learn to stand up for ourselves by saying no.  However, it is always convenient isn’t it to have a big bad Goliath to blame for our woes.

So when are we going to stand up and say something about our parents’, our partners’ and our children’s behaviour?  You know, those people who make up our community, our society, our world – us!  We are colluding, together, all of us – Troika, left, right, centre, apathetic, racist, sexist, classist, age-ist – we are all in it together.  From our ways of consuming, never questioning where it’s coming from; to the ways of turning a blind eye on corruption or bad behaviour, every day we fail to stop and say, “hang on, that’s not right is it” or even demand a change.  No, it’s more a case of – it’s nothing to do with me, my son doesn’t play football or I shouldn’t say anything, I might get beaten up or worse.  Or even, Greece, let them sort it out themselves after all they’ve only got themselves to blame!

Guess what!  We are all in this together, we are all turning the blind eye on ourselves and our behaviour.  The beauty of life is that we are here to manifest the most brilliant part of ourselves – the part that stands up for what’s good and what’s right, the part that embraces peace, love and happiness as a universal right.  The part that acknowledges that each and every one of us here on earth has the basic human right to food, water and shelter, that it is not a luxury or something that we should work hard for!  What happens instead?  We fight against each other, we blame others for our misfortunes, we don’t stand up to the bullies, we allow feelings of negativity to over-ride every bit of common sense and we refuse to believe in the good of everyone.

No, I haven’t got the answers but I will be damned if I am going to give up.  I shall continue to do my little bit, even if I just influence my sons to be and do their very best, I will have done something to be proud of.  Now, if I can just get hold of that ex president and influence him…. that would be the icing on my cake of life!

8 years on…

Father and sons

Father and sons

Can you believe it?  Eight years ago I was about to embark on a most terrifying journey – divorce!  It was the most crushing summer of my life, nothing compared to the pain I went through and my immature way of handling things.  I hurt, wow did I hurt.  I was angry and that’s not a nice state of being to either experience or to witness.  During this journey my parents were my rock.  Although I never talked in depth to my dad about things, he was the one who initiated all the telephone calls, handing me over to my mother to go deeper into things.  I got through through all of it thanks to their unwavering support – to me, the boys and to the boys’ father too, they never stopped respecting him as their father.

My best friend Lana, godmother to second born, was also my rock.  She was between living here and back home in Croatia that year but she was there at the end of the phone or right by my side when she would visit.  She was the voice of reason, the voice of calm, the voice of practical common sense and thanks to her I was able to make sure that on a practical, financial level, everything was taken care of for the boys.

It is now eight years since and I rejoice at having received the gift of final separation of a relationship which had fallen dead on its feet without either of us realising at the time.  The journey has been intense and so worthwhile.  I have learned that I do eat more when stressed and I envy all those women who lose tons of weight when they separate, alas it was not meant to be for me!!

I also discovered some really good girlfriends who have been there for me during those hard times and since.  Interestingly enough most of them have left Mallorca since and whilst I miss them very much, I recognise that they were here at a very important time of my life and I thank them from the bottom of my heart – they helped rebuild me.  I am learning to reconnect with people again, slowly but I am getting there and I am starting to see a way forward.

I have done a lot of great things since that summer of 2007.  I went back to work and enjoyed five and a half years in the best job I ever had, working for Planet Space.  I still enjoy connecting with my old bosses and colleagues from time to time, taking along a cake for them to enjoy or just popping in.  I started a Peace Centre which was an ambitious project, stalled but not forgotten.  I have my own weekly radio show, “The Happiness Café” every Monday morning at 10am on Mallorca Sunshine Radio – there’s a plug you can’t ignore!  I am proud of that show and what it stands for and invite you to follow.

The best of all is now, 8 years on, as my ex, our sons’ father has come to live next-door-but-one!  Yes he has taken number 2 in our street and there is only number 4 between our houses.  I am so happy, my hand on my heart, this is the best thing to have happened to our family and no words can describe the joy I feel at having Rob living nearby.  To see how happy the boys are is to feel that Rob and I have come a long way since June 2007.  He still annoys the hell out of me but I am doing his washing until he gets his own washing machine.  The laugh I had with first born when he realised I was hanging out his dad’s washing is priceless – you should have seen the two of us in the garden with me begging him not to tell his friends!  Second born is just a happy bunny, he doesn’t like us arguing but hey, we’re still learning, his father and I!


Energetic Wisdom – Yes Please!

energetic wisdom; Tony Mills; healing; Mallorca

The Soul Whisperer

That is the face of an incredible man!  I had the pleasure to go see him yesterday for an appointment in Energetic Wisdom work and arrived promptly for my appointment at his beautiful cottage in the countryside of Lloseta.  The backdrop to the house when I arrived was stunning, the Serra de Tramuntana which never fails to uplift me.

What did I expect?  Well first of all good friend Marsha had been going on about him any chance she could, so I knew he must have something.  I was looking forward to having someone sort out my ankle and shoulder and knowing that he trained originally as an osteopath, I thought, if nothing else he could have a quick tweak for me.

As it turned out, I just had to get comfortable in my chair and take in this lovely, kind Welsh man’s wisdom.  He told me about geopathic, underground water and electro-magnetic stresses and the negative effects they can have on us.  As a way to handle this, Tony has developed some beautiful jewellery to help combat such stress and is available for house harmonising work too.  I remembered that the electricity company changed all the meters last year and I don’t like having it in my house so I think I shall need to purchase something soon.

He began with a quick look over my body and with his tools of the trade he rebalanced what he could.  It was then onto what I thought I needed to deal with.  As my appointment earlier in the week had to be cancelled due to a migraine, we decided that this was as good a place to start as any.

My earliest memory of my migraines was the day I started my drama course at Middlesex Poly, back in 1986.  I had trekked across London to Golders Green and what with the excitement, nerves and basic stagefright, I ended up crashing in the basement and missing out on most of the day.

With Tony yesterday I made a decision.  I no longer need to hide from myself and take to my bed which is the physical requirement for my migraines – pills don’t work for me.  It’s time to let them go and so we talked in depth about their meaning and then did some work.  This is where my mind has gone blank.  I can’t clearly remember what we did and what I can remember I cannot explain.  I do know that there were words spoken and energy work done.  The words provoked something in me which was positive and uplifting.

The session was over too soon although it seemed like hours that I was there when infact it was just over an hour.  I was told to drink lots of water and that I might have some reactions such as tiredness or even some emotions might come up.  Well I was immediately shattered.  My mind was blank.  I picked up second born and a friend from school and they had to get their own lunch as I went for a siesta.  I was out like a light.

I took the dog later for a walk and remembered something from the session.  I had had an idea for a theatre play and as I walked the dog, ideas started forming.  Today I meet with two women from my improv group to discuss the way forward, perfect timing!

The most amazing thing of yesterday’s session is that whilst I mentioned my ankle and shoulder to Tony, we left it aside.  This pain in my shoulder and the one in my ankle have been there since last autumn which has also been the poorest economic time in my entire life, giving me many a sleepless night and panic attack in the day.  Guess what?  No pain since yesterday afternoon!

Tony Mills – Soul Whisperer and Energetic Wisdom worker talks a lot of sense.  He’s also meant to do what he does.  I look forward to this next phase of my life – thank you Tony.  See you on stage!


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Kreakolektiva Mallorca

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I was invited to a gathering yesterday evening of creative people and so off to the Tower of Love in Palma I went! Matthew Clark, one of the founders and organisers of the event, works in the film industry and having known him for some time now, I knew I would be in for an interesting evening.  His co-host for the evening was the young and very charming Sally Fenaux Barleycorn who presented each and every speaker with contagious enthusiasm and excitement!  I thought I was a puppy dog extraordinaire, but here I have met my match!

This is the second gathering of Kreakolektiva and the idea is that twelve creatives talk for 5 minutes each about their work, any projects or just general lives.  There were of course twelve very interesting people speaking – amongst them a fashion designer, musician, yoga teacher, writer and artist.  There was also a woman who produces her wine with biodynamic principals, another couple who combine theory and practice in their vegetarian/vegan cookery courses and yet another couple who produce films and documentaries, touching upon fascinating subjects.  They are presently looking to crowdfund and finish a documentary on those Spaniards who were held in concentration camps in Germany during the second world war (will post link below).  Two more guys explained how they bring music and pieces of old films to create their own film experience and there was a guy working on the creation of a cultural centre in Inca, the town just next door to where I live.  A young woman presented her passion about olive oil and bringing that to the table literally by encouraging people to learn more about the benefits of using good olive oil.

It was an exciting evening to see what is happening in Mallorca.  The big plus to me of course is that I now have a good three months worth of guests for The Happiness Café radio show!  Added to the evening of course was catching up with old friends and meeting some new ones.  It was a pleasure to sit next to a young stylist and then find out she knows first-born, it’s a small island!

I sat with a huge grin on my face for most of the evening, absorbing new information about people and their projects. I was delighted that Matthew invited me and look forward to the next gathering of Kreakolektiva – I believe I shall be sharing some words about what I do then too!

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Je suis Ms. Nadia Lopez

Mott Hall Bridges Academy; Brownsville; HONY; Humans of New York; Brandon Stanton; education; scholorships; fund raising; inspiration; values

Principal Nadia Lopez, Mott Hall Bridges Academy (Photo Brandon Stanton)

Last week I was inspired by this woman!  Along with thousands of people around the world, I took note of her thanks to Brandon Stanton’s Humans of New York blog.  If you have never heard of this blog, check it out now!  Brandon Stanton is living proof that we all have a purpose and he has found his purpose which is to allow people to be seen, heard, listened to and believed in!  It all started with him randomly stopping a young man, Vidal, last week and asking if he could take his picture.  What makes Brandon Stanton special is that he asks some quite meaningful questions to the subjects of his pictures and this day was no exception.  Vidal told the HONY world that his principal, Ms Nadia Lopez valued him, she has told him he matters.  Not only him but all the scholars at Mott Hall Bridges Academy in Brownsville New York.

I want to be like Principal Nadia Lopez!  I want to be a woman who influences others, who believes in others, who guides others.  This is where I want my life energy directed, to positively influence those around me.  I believe I am Ms Lopez, we all are, no matter how small our contribution to our world, we all matter!

I know another Ms Lopez, another influential being who believed everyone mattered and he was called Gerry German.  He was an educator too and he was a man who influenced the thousands of children who had the good fortune to cross his path.  He taught in Jamaica, England, North Wales and Nigeria.  He was one of the founder members of STOPP (Society of Teachers Opposed to Physical Punishment) in the late 60s. He was Chief Education Officer at the Commission for Racial Equality back in the 80s.  He was involved with the Working Group Against Racism in Children’s Resources in the 90s after his retirement as an activist.  His proudest moment was founding the Communities Empowerment Network, CEN, in 1999 an advocacy and campaigning service, working for equality and justice in education particularly with African Caribbean parents whose children had been permanently excluded from mainstream education.  He was a daring and innovative man, a concientious objector, he was also my father.

I am blessed to have been his daughter, I had the good fortune to be born to him and my mother Patricia, two hugely influential people, two incredible beings who have loved and guided me at every step of the way.  I attended one of the schools where Gerry was the head, or principal as you say in America.  I saw the love the school kids had for him, never more strongly demonstrated than when he was sacked from the Mold Alun as being too “much” for the establishment!  I was stopped by school bullies and told to pull up my socks and make my dad proud of me because they were proud to consider themselves his children.  I picked up the phone many a time whilst living with mum and dad or visiting them and many an ex student would ring to share their good news – graduating from school or university or just wanting to share what a huge influence Gerry had had on their lives.

Gerry passed away in May 2012 at the ripe old age of 84.  He passed in the night after having spent the day before at the office in Brixton where he met with a young man, recently excluded from school.  That day, my father had brought the first smile to this young man since he had taken on his case.  My father believed in him and that day proved to the young man that he mattered.  He went to bed that night satisfied with another good day, expecting to get up the next day to go back to work.  He left a legacy, he left behind an organisation that is relentless in providing justice and equality for all in education in Britain.  He left a team committed to this ideal, working together and now guided by my brother Deuan and joined by advocates, volunteers, trustees and many, many children needing their services.  He left his mark.

Ms Lopez is the same.  She believes in her kids.  She knows that everyone of them matters and she has high expectations of them.  She leads her team like my father led his team by being the example.  She is a woman with her heart in education, she is the teacher, the real meaning of the teacher.  I salute Ms Lopez and I say “Je suis Principal Nadia Lopez” – je suis in the sense of improving the lives of all, not trashing the lives of any!

Mott Hall Bridges Academy has now had over 700,000 dollars raised in less than a week and these funds will be used to form the Vidal Scholarship Fund, named after this young man who one day was stopped in the streets of his neighbourhood and asked by a stranger if he could have his photograph taken.  Brandon Stanton, Nadia Lopez, Gerry German – these are people who are proof that when we find our purpose in life, we are where we are meant to be.

We all matter, let’s never forget that!



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