Dear Diary Series Date: Sunday May 22, 1983 Age: 12 Home: Holladay, Utah The president of the United States is Ronald Reagan. One of our problems today is high inflation. We are also troubled by high unemployment [sic] another problem that concerns many people is that of nuclear warfare. So I'm at a loss for words reading … Continue reading When I was a young republican?
Beehives, 5th grade and birthdays: #WhyIWrite
I’m afraid and at a loss for words, I remember that a blank page allows me to sort out and express my thoughts in a way I could never verbalize. I write because my life is a book, and my experiences are stories.
I don’t live in yesterdays because I know how they end
I remember your last goodbye. The day you told me that we should cease to be. My mind wanted to be brave and accept your wish without question, but my heart didn’t understand and forced my lips to ask you why. “It’s time,” you said. “We’ve outgrown what little we were and I don’t feel … Continue reading I don’t live in yesterdays because I know how they end
I kissed a girl and I…
I finished watching The L Word over the holiday weekend. A fact that I shared with a friend earlier today. I almost didn't tell anyone because an admission such as that one can potentially be accompanied by judgments and misconceptions. But really, who the hell cares who thinks what of it? Just last year or maybe the … Continue reading I kissed a girl and I…
When I was Americuchi [guest post]
The second in the Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series. This one comes to us from Being Latino's Editor, Eileen Rivera. Read more at her personal blog, Mariposa Social and follow her on Twitter, @eileenrivera16 The subtitle might as well be the “Latinization of Eileen” because this is pretty much the story of my life. I … Continue reading When I was Americuchi [guest post]
You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest
I’m sitting up in bed, giving up on sleep for a little while longer as it’s currently denying me its comfort. It’s the kind of windy Chicago night that I love; the sound of the wind blowing both ferocious and familiar. Tonight it’s a little different though; I hear wind chimes too. I’m enthralled and … Continue reading You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest