Yasmine Arrington is the Founder of ScholarCHIPs, a non-profit dedicated to helping youth with incarcerated parents succeed in school. Yasmine sits down with me to talk education, motivation, faith, and what inspires her to be #MoreThanaStatistic. To find out more about ScholarCHIPs, please visit https://www.scholarchipsfund.org/.
5 women. 5 different narratives. 1 overarching story . . . She IS Power!
Within the month, I'm launching a new video series to shed light on some absolutely inspiring stories of struggle & triumph, how they're living everyday, #MAKINGITMATTER.
These are: young authors, founders of life-changing non-profits, advocates and change-makers, policy-makers & influencers . . . who all have ONE thing in common: they’ve walked through the fire, and they’ve come out refined and brighter than before. I hope this series shows that your WEAKEST moments can turn into your STRONGEST, your PAIN into POWER, and your story can CHANGE the world!
These girls have touched my heart and they’ll touch yours, too. Stay tuned, #SheIsPower episodes air the following MONDAYS at:
LaurenLeeMitchell.com: Feb 27 - March 13 - April 10 - May 8 - June 5.
#sheispower #makingitmattermonday (Thank you @missamericava
for this hashtag idea!!)
This is an excerpt from a piece I'm working on for the Beltway Slam.
Part one of living life like an open book. Being open about trauma. And being ok with that. Family is what is supposed to sustain you through anything that shakes your world, but for me, it's always been the cause of the shaking.
Today an avalanche of memories
came to visit me disguised as a snowflake
landing on the bridge of my nose.
I could shudder from the cold; greet the frigid
air with a furrowed brow, hurrying inside to the
calming comfort of Grandma’s essential oils ft.
sugar cookies baking in the oven.
Instead, I find myself facing
outwards at December,
Looking for traces of you.
Burying myself into a sweatshirt of yours
that I should’ve thrown away
Using my bare feet to find puddles
of tears where your snowy boots left footprints
on my porch.
Holding onto thoughts of you
like Christmas, I finally
admit to myself:
are still up
in my yard.