Author: wzhao253

It was a warm and sunny summer afternoon as the camper approached the sleek, red canoe. Excited and a little nervous, I watched as he jumped into the boat for the first time. He cradled the wooden paddle in his hands and could feel the warm breeze on his cheeks. His counselor pushed him and…

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of possibility within the quiet walls of Toast, a breakfast joint nestled in the Walker’s Point neighborhood in Milwaukee.  The restaurant was closed to everyone but two Latino men. Both had been in prison. Both wanted to help justice-impacted individuals, or folks who’ve been directly…