Tag: mamihood

• January 6, 2018

  Access

  After 20 years of mamihood, I should be less surprised by the hoops various systems make you jump through in order to be “engaged”, “involved” or whatever other term these systems use to judge “parental involvement”. But I’m still shocked, even as I go through the hoops with all the privileges that I have: language,…
• November 11, 2015

  The Second Shift is Real

  When I first moved to Los Angeles the problem, according to my pareja, was that I wasn’t getting enough freelance work. I had a column charting my move from Caribbean centric single mami’hood NYC life to Mexican/Central American centric cohabitation in Los Angeles. I was writing posts for political websites and blogging for my own…
• December 29, 2008

  Gaza

  I will write a poem for you. As soon as my kids give me a damn break.
• December 11, 2008

  Stumbling Into Single Mami’hood

  Por favor be excusing the time since my last post. I went to beantown to label myself a puta in front of Latino college students, el chileno moved out, and I am navigating single mami’hood with a present baby daddy (it’s so much easier when they are in another country, ja ja). So if I…
• November 25, 2008

  Slipping into Solteria?

  Expectations set me up for heartbreak every time and it’s not the fault of the other it’s my fault my poetic temperment and wanting to hold out hope for the best in people thinking egotistically that I bring that out in people. Pero no. It never seems to work that way. During one of our…
• November 18, 2008

  My Life is Not a Template

  No women. There is a reason why my story is not in books for me to sign, why I have to carve out my own space through electric wires and trasform actions into electrictrifies palabras, why I spit on the ground and into teclado taps, why I push my way in and pull myself out.…
• November 5, 2008

  I Do Not Live, Work, breath in the Abstract : This is Real

  Yes, last night was historic. As much as I wanted to bask in it, feel it, cry for it, and jump for it, it was hard. For the past few days I have been in the middle of a family crisis. My dear tia/madrina, the one who was always just down the block from me…