“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

- Arundhati Roy

About Flynn

Dr. Flynn Coleman is a writer, international human rights attorney, and political scientist whose work lives at the intersection of memory, justice, and what it means to be human in an age of great transformation.

Over the course of her career, Flynn has worked across some of the defining issues of our time—from war crimes tribunals and post-conflict justice to artificial intelligence, gender equity, environmental rights, and the future of democracy.

She has collaborated with international institutions, governments, and organizations around the world, and her work has been shaped by years of global experience across Asia, Europe, Africa, and the Americas.

Her work has taken her from the United Nations to universities, organizations, and communities across all continents. She writes books, teaches, advises, and speaks globally—always returning to a central question: what does it mean to remain human, and humane?

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Wanderings in the World

Flynn has lived in Italy, Cambodia, Spain, Senegal, France, Switzerland, England, Ireland, Hong Kong, Fiji, the Netherlands, Chile, and the United States. She currently calls New York home.

She speaks eight languages, and her life has taken her from rebuilding homes and schools in New Orleans and Fiji to working with children and communities across Haiti, Guatemala, and Ethiopia, to time spent with primates in Spain, to teaching How to Make a Difference in the English countryside, to playing soccer from Italy to Cambodia to Chile, to climbing Mount Kilimanjaro with her dad, to zodaic boating in Alaska with her mom, to riding a little red Vespa through the rolling hills of Umbria.