Madre. Maestra. Activista.
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.
Two years have passed and my anger towards the Universe has not ended or lessened. Here I am caught up in my Frankenstein fantasies that somehow there’s a way to bring you back, to revive you. I miss your laugh the most, that major mischievous smile sprawled across your face, that could convince most in
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
La Xicana 