Izzy
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There are times when my thoughts are everywhere
Most people in San Juan already know what to say when they see one of us. “Sorry, I have Magic Valley.” I didn’t even approach some of these people. One woman walked up to me, smiling and then blatantly told me, “Oh I have Magic Valley. I can’t switch.” Bitch, I didn’t even Continue reading
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Reliving to recreate history
There are things I want to regret. Like not being more adventurous when I was a teenager. Or like losing my virginity on the floor of Carmike theater while my – at the time – best friend watched on. I say want to regret because I don’t regret those things. In fact, I really don’t Continue reading
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“porque ellos son de cielo, ellos son del aire”
I’ll never be the world’s greatest writer, but I’m allowed this task. I’ve been busy taking my notes – which I finished the bios and character descriptions on Saturday – and most of my attention is being used to see this through. I’m going to start working on plot and subplots this week. Hopefully, however, Continue reading
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A Cat Named Lola with a Violent Past
Jyg, Izzy and I headed out to Georgia’s Thrift Shop in McAllen, Texas to check out if there was anything new in stock in Mike’s book corner. Jyg cut my hunt short to take care of some business. I purchased A Million Little Pieces and The Epic of Gilgamesh, each for its own reason. Afterward, Continue reading
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Estas Muy Flaco
It’s a well-known fact in the Hispanic community that sons, no matter their age, are and will always be far too skinny in their mother’s eye. My mother, however, never got this memo. Like all the members of my family, I’m an eater. I can cook and I can bake and I can eat. Last Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 