About Amme Voz

The name of this blog is Amme Voz. Amme is Emma spelled backwards and Voz is the Spanish word for voice. This is Emma’s Voice if I could speak for her. My grandmother was a victim of domestic violence. I did not learn of her suffering until I was a young adult. One of my distant cousins, who is much older than I am, told me the story of how my grandmother endured my grandfather’s physical assaults and public humiliations—even in church.

My distant cousin told me that although my grandmother suffered physical, emotional and verbal abuse by my grandfather, this is not what defined her. Rather, she explained to me, what people noticed about my grandmother was not her battered and bruised body, but the sunshine she carried around and passed on to others in spite of the daily assaults upon her.  Grandma Emma, I was told, could wrap you in the warmth of the sun just by smiling at you.

Then on Friday morning, as I walked the six blocks from the bus stop to my job, I felt my Grandma Emma. The moment was brief, but not fleeting. I was walking my fast walk with my head down and feeling that the wet, dreary, cloudy day reflected my “suffering”. Then I looked up at the sound of two young African women. They were holding hands the way I used to hold my best friend’s hand when we were 11 (before we became too old and people got suspicious and told us to stop). These two young women were laughing in the face of the cloudy day and smiling. There was a White woman passing them and they sang out together to her, “Good Morning! Good Morning!”

Slowly, as my fast walk moved me closer to them, my face started to smile. I tried to push it back where it belonged but then I caught up to them and they giggled and I giggled (I’m not a giggler by nature) and they laughed at themselves and I laughed. Because they were talking about how one of the woman’s bum was better and bigger than Beyonce’s and that Jay-Z wouldn’t know what to do with such a bum. They knew I heard them and so we laughed. I was envious of their ease and light. One had her hair natural and pulled up into a puff ball on her head (the way the school picture captured six year old me) and the other young woman had her hair cornrowed in a circle with the braids living in a big bun on top of her crown.

For that brief moment I felt the warmth from the sun shining through the clouds. As I passed them, giggling, I thought this is what I want to be—Grandma Emma—especially when the world is dark, cloudy, damp and falling down all around me in my head. I want people to see my light even when I am in pain. And hopefully by writing this blog I will get there.

DISCLAIMER: This blog is about nothing more than me and that means my world—that is how I see, inhabit and experience the world. This is not a blog for the faint of heart. I have a very bad potty mouth—and I am proud of it, as I have been working on it since I was four and if my mother couldn’t beat it out of me, (and God knows she tried) then no one is going to take it away from me. I am Irreverent, Inappropriate, and Unapologetic. Lastly, I am not hiding behind an “anonymous” name. I just want this to be about more than my name.

I’m looking for my light and I hope you will come along with me on this journey that is not always pretty, but will be entertaining in between the tears.

Amme Voz


10 thoughts on “About Amme Voz

  1. You are beautiful, Amme Voz! Hold your head up high and let your radiant hope and love shine through. Your words have touched me very deeply, and I loved your article about prison and poverty. Keep the faith. I’ll keep on reading


  2. Amme, you have been through a lot, yet “All healing is essentially the release from fear” and “Healing is *always certain*.” Fact is, nothing you have ever thought or said or done – or anyone else has ever thought or said or done – can change who and what you *truly* are, for you were created by Purity as purity and innocence. Please watch my videos of workbook lessons from *A Course In Miracles*, for they may help lift you out of the past – at ACIMessentials.com. I made a couple of other videos about healing, too. See mind.PatriciaRobinett.com for several free, effective tools for releasing fear… It’s why we’re on the planet – to let go of fear and to reclaim our Identity and birthright.


  3. I hope to gain some insight from your blog, since it appears that we’re traveling similar paths. So much of what I’ve read so far resonates with me and I find it hard to hold back the tears as I try to type this. But I will keep reading. Peace…


  4. Powerful “voz!” We need to hear more stories like yours. Unfortunately, in the USA, we have a disposable mentality that is punitive to those that can’t assimilate to the “norm”. If you are a “problem”, we put you away–out of sight, out of mind! Thank you for sharing your journey and light. Abrazos and blessings!


  5. i just read your story in The Nation and continued on to the blog. though your life is not the fairy-princess-cotton-candy that we all want to hear, i am so glad that you have come through with a gift of writing that is pure gold. words like yours and the pictures that you paint with your words can truly transform. please continue these blessings. i’ve read all of your postings here and am looking forward to all that you share. with much love…cynthia


  6. Amme, thank you for writing honestly for all to read. The organization called NAMI has been very, very helpful to me. Too many people are suffering in jail only to get worse without help. NAMI wants to change this. Your voice can make a difference..one you may not see today, but if you keep speaking out you will touch enough people to begin the change. You are more powerful than you feel. We each make a difference when we speak honestly, shine a light on dark subjects and unlock the silence. I hear you… so do others. Live each moment as if it is a gift. Goodness will come your way the brighter your goodness shines. Look in the mirror and see the gift in your eyes when you let your light shine. Never give up. The depth of your pain = the depth of your joy. Remember that!


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