Yeah you heard me right, Mexican is now a thing! It’s trending, it’s cool, it’s what people are paying to wear this summer and I’m not just talking about those on their privileged escapades to Mexican resorts. It’s happening here in the good ole U.S. of A. Serious! Over the weekend I was out for
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I mean really, really. I can pinpoint the exact moment that my apparent crisis reared its ugly head. I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought the extreme deal $9 tickets for the kids and I to go to Cliff’s amusement park. For my raza in LA and other parts, it would be
All morning long in preparation Of precious food To feed Even more precious mouths It had been years Much too long Since I Had prepared your favorite dish Maybe it was avoidance Or outright refusal But today My hands embarked on the task As I lovingly washed the fruta And cut everything
As my tío Mazatzin pointed out late last night in his FB post (yes I saw it, just been in avoidance behavior since then), I’ve made it through another trip around the Sun, but barely. On this day that witnessed my first breath of life, __ years ago (you fill in the blank), that
Who needs the white man when I got my lil primo to put me down, to oppress me, to hate on me, to trample on me, to remind me of the colonization that lingers on. That’s why the system continues to win so cleanly because it has you – mi hermano, mi otro yo –
Here is my Brown Xicana body sitting in white space and I can’t help but reflect on how the being feels as if it has to suddenly change, a type of harsh transformation where I go from being the real me to having to put on the mask. I remain aware so that I don’t
It’s been 4 months and about 10 days since that unfortunate day. Today it would (and should) have been 48 years since you took your first breath upon the Earth but instead you now cover parts of her. Your being nourishing our Mother Earth. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, missing you, aching inside. Being
How do I even begin this one? It’s been a couple of months since my brain and fingers have attempted to put into words what is on the mind and in the heart. Fear. That is the word that can most express some of what I am feeling and the thoughts that linger in the
“Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses…” Name that tune. For those of you who grew up listening to 90s rock like me, it’s an easy challenge. “Killing in the Name,” by Rage Against the Machine, of course. [Press link to song here to get the full effect of this
For the past couple of weeks, many students across Albuquerque Public Schools have been head deep into the infamous PARCC testing and the stress and pressure is readily felt across campuses and classrooms. This year, as well as last year, our family made the decision to opt our elementary-aged children out of taking PARCC. We
