If I Come Back. . .
If I come back, let it not be as a human. I don’t want the potential of clutching hate in my … Continue reading If I Come Back. . .
Reading is the Doorway to Liberation
I began my teaching career thirteen years ago at Hoover High School. I first became passionate about teaching when my 12th … Continue reading Reading is the Doorway to Liberation
In her, I saw the liberation we had all been waiting for
In her, I saw the liberation we had all been waiting for. Continue reading In her, I saw the liberation we had all been waiting for
My great-grandmother’s love for the darling of Hollywood: Shirley Temple
A beautiful reflection by my daughter, Carmen Elida Mason. This morning, Shirley Temple passed away. I really don’t have a … Continue reading My great-grandmother’s love for the darling of Hollywood: Shirley Temple
What I Learned from Working at a Minimum Wage Job
I started to work at an undisclosed bookstore for the winter season. The first pay check I received was for … Continue reading What I Learned from Working at a Minimum Wage Job
Lost in Expectations
English Seminar Class Ninety-seven percent of the students in this class are White-American. They are in this GATE class (Gifted … Continue reading Lost in Expectations
Anchored in I AM
There’s something about not having an intentional job that makes me feel unproductive, unsuccessful, like a runaway balloon with no … Continue reading Anchored in I AM
In Her Dying Process, I Found Peace
As I stepped out of the airplane I smelled a familiar smell of dew and dampness, one which I had smelled … Continue reading In Her Dying Process, I Found Peace
Where I’m From (My Version)
Driving through the winding street lined with multi-story homes, tall pine trees, and manicured lawns, on my way to Point … Continue reading Where I’m From (My Version)
La Patita
I was sitting on my mother’s lap; I must have been six or seven years old. She wasn’t running around … Continue reading La Patita
Alma de Colibrí 