There’s always a good and potentially bad in being recognized or included in any type of media piece. On the one hand, your work might get a couple of minutes of recognition but on the other hand, somehow reporters and journalists usually end up tweaking things or straight out misrepresenting or misquoting you. Okay, so
Author: La Academica
In spite of the over 10 years of time and energy spent in the academic world, I’ve been officially exited out. Over the past couple of years, I’ve applied to a few tenured track positions in other states and several positions at my home institution, and every single one of them has resulted in a
Yes, you heard right and you might be asking – what on earth do Costco and Tinder have in common? Well, let me explain. A couple of months ago I headed to Costco for my usual run to buy café, chips, and other random household items. Kid #3 was with me that day and I
The other day as I listened to “Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen while engaged in my deep cleaning routine, my body broke out into an unexpected dance and damn it felt so good to just go with it. As I danced in my kitchen in complete freedom, a thought crept into my mind
Last week, out of nowhere, one of our dogs suddenly died without giving any warning whatsoever. From one day to the next, just gone. As I spend time reflecting on this incident, I think about the fact that’s when death is hardest to deal with, when it gives no warning, no anticipation, no notice, nada.
Note: This post is from my newest project, Writers of Color. I created this site specifically for People of Color who write, especially for those individuals who use their words to demand justice for our People. Check out the Writers of Color site for more information on what the project is about and to receive
Yes, you heard me right. I’m breaking up with you Netflix so stop emailing me about things you think would interest me, trying to lure me back into the deep dark abyss of wasted time with you. Next thing you know you’re going to start sending me texts too! How many years has this thing
Growing up I always loved Christmas – the twinkling lights hanging from the rusty nails hastily tacked over the paint chipped patio that ended up in what looked more like a haphazard zig zag pattern, the decorating of the reliable plastic pre-lit tree that just needed a bit of dusting and re-shaping from being kept
As the Western year is quickly coming to a close, despite my shock and objection, I wanted to take a moment and reflect on a couple of learning lessons this year. Mothering is both rough and rewarding, all moms readily understand this and it needs no explanation. And although it seems that most of my
Dear New Mexico, It’s been 20 years since I landed on your shores, I mean dusty sand bars. And as I reflect on this significant amount of time, I realize that the best metaphor to describe my stay is akin to that of a lover who has been both cruel and ever so loving. I
