Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I grew spines on my heart to protect her from predators. . Creatures lurking in the shadows of the sun … Continue reading Self-Defense
The Q’ewar poject is a social and economic initiative working with the indigenous women living in the Quechua Community of … Continue reading The Q’ewar Project
I turn 41 today, but for the first time in my life I feel a glimpse of timelessness. It’s a very unfamiliar … Continue reading 41 and Timeless
There are parts of me I’ve been working to love. Parts that I have hidden from myself. You … Continue reading Thank You
Seeing her mother dote over her husband in the hospital, who was constantly readmitted for chronic liver failure due to … Continue reading When Forgiving Her Mother Meant Walking In Her Shoes – Part I
You came into this world like a ray of sunlight invading darkness. Pushing your way through bars created to keep … Continue reading Jameelah
He tells me I’m cute, makes cat calls when my hips rumble by, but I don’t believe him. … Continue reading Illusion
Before I Die. . . I want to learn the language in which the sun speaks to … Continue reading Before I Die. . .
Mi niña Cristina, You are an inspiration to me. Though you were raised with many obstacles you still found a … Continue reading A Letter to the Little Girl in Me