Struggling Chicana intellectual educator-activist
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.
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
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
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
