The Longest Year

I legit think we got played. Not that anything magical happens at midnight on January 1st of any year except the collective delusion that this will be the (entirely made up my Europeans) year that we will do shit that is supposed to be good for us (lose weight, pay off debt etc etc) but…

Closing Casa Mala West 1.0

I thought that choosing what to keep, what to toss, and what to bring to my new home would make me sad. I thought I would wallow in nostalgia of what I had hoped my life would be like in this place that my ex purchased for us. Instead I am calm and feel accomplished…

The Rise of the Problematic Latina Redux

The 45th President of the United States still hasn’t conceded and yet the president elect is acting like that little dog drinking coffee (or wine – fess up day zoom meeting drinkers) in a room aflame around him. This is fine. But looking at some of the people team Biden is putting on his transition…

Blue Waves

Two weeks ago I took a trip. After months of not travelling at all, almost a year of not travelling for pleasure – all because of the COVID-19 pandemic I said fuck it and booked an Airbnb ( I know, I know but capitalism so please don’t judge too harshly). I picked a place by…

Disaster Recovery Writing

I have started writing again. Nothing for publication (yet and not counting this). I usually complain that I don’t have enough time to write or by the time my work day is done (assuming I have given myself a hard stop which I admit I am horrible at) my brain is so tired from making…

Second Semester

I am in my fourth week of my second semester since returning to college to finish the undergraduate degree I began over twenty years ago. I am taking two courses in this six week block. One is a multi-genre writing course with a professor whose feedback last semester helped me imagine and name myself as…

Semester 1 – Week 4

Like most important decisions of my life I did it on a whim. What if? One weekend day I completed an application to go back to college and then returned to my life of cooking, cleaning, doing work from home, taking care of my 11 year old kid. I kind of forgot about the application…

The Day After…..

  …is really just another day. Although this morning, I did observe that the buses and trains were emptier. Was everyone out organizing like they said they were going to do the day after elections? Was it because the mass transit wasn’t free? What wasn’t emptier this morning after was the street where I change…

Hold My Face

Hold my backback. Hold my purse. Hold my drink. These lines These words signify moments. They signify places. They signify something was / is about to go down And your Girls, your sisters, your women, your crew Would be witness Or party to something. On the corner around your / Our school. In a club….