This seems to be a recurring theme for me these past few days. I believe in mensajes y señales, some sent to me from ancestors in my dreams, some sent to me in emails and the actions of others. People placed in my path pero their placement isn’t a guarantee of anything, not of love, Continue reading →
Packing the court room and the streets outside the court house shows that their is an entire community behind Angeline and her child. Are you going to be in the NY city area Monday, August 24th? Come to Aniysah’s court date and show the judge and the law guardian you care! Even if you can’t Continue reading →
Earlier this month I wrote about how one mami is being kept from her daughter by a justice system that claims to think of the best interest of the child. As the next court date approaches and a mother and her supportive family struggle to garner support and attention from the community and media, many Continue reading →
I didn’t have cell phone access for a good part of last week. I can blame the telecom companies and their jacked up rates pero the fact is that I could pay my bill. It’s not even like I have a fancy ass phone with bells and whistles. It calls and it texts. That’s it. Continue reading →
It’s been a while since I have written in this space and not because there is a lack of things to write. I have poetry fragments, real life ruminations on mami’hood and other matters. Pero honestly I have been fighting against a funk. The pace of my vida makes it easy to just role with Continue reading →
I’m plugging away in my other more “worky” spaces and obligations while building up the courage to walk down the calle to pawn something to I can buy pull ups.
On Friday, after taking la Mapu to her ortho appointment (she doesn’t need a brace- woo hoo), the chicas and I headed to Union Square to participate in the rally and march for immigrants. There were less people than last year. Quizas it was the rain or swine flu that kept some away. Pero the Continue reading →
For the sake of the children, we rise, hide easter eggs and baskets pero now the date belongs to you, titi madrina. The date is stolen from your own sister who will not celebrate pero instead stand con los pies en el fango before the place she too will be buried along with my mother Continue reading →
Apparently not yet. My titi passed away late Thursday night and I was with her. More thoughts when I find a pedazo of paz.
I’ve been trying hard to write here everyday, and write meaningful cosas, poems, experiences etc etc, pero no te voy a mentir, it’s feeling hard. I am struggling to feed my kids and keep a roof over their heads. I am fighting for health insurance for them which I already wrote a little here and Continue reading →