On November 17th 1984, I met my first wife at a Thanksgiving food drive, where we were both stuck in a freezing warehouse in between cartons of donated food and... read more →
It is your three month anniversary today you are no bigger that an anthill Clara my wife makes me rub her stomach to remind me that you patiently wait inside... read more →
I arrived late to the mind’s eye poetry group meeting and I interrupted a critique of a prose poem about a father tragically losing his finger in an lumber yard... read more →
My mother is a social worker who works in a hospital she makes daily visits checks her charts and shares small talk with the patients as she brightens up their... read more →
I remember going to my first Chicano Higher Education Conference in January of 1969 in a barren place of University of Whitewater, Wisconsin my brother Juan drove a white university... read more →
I have struggled to develop a distinct musical taste and what I ended up with is a turntable spinning pizza with everything on it a dab of vintage jazz sprinkled... read more →
Mexico City is far more romantic then I imagined Not that I ever think of any city as being romantic but there are more people walking hand-in-hand or embracing in... read more →
lost and found could apply to my marriage I was afraid of losing my former live-in girlfriend when she talked about going to Miami for Christmas the winter of 1985.... read more →
These Midwestern rucas educated chicanas who were being mistaken for arabs all the time talked about coming up to Michigan for la primer vez as migrants They had us sitting... read more →
My youngest son asked me this as we were laying around arguing whether I was going to read more than one book or not… will grandma Mickey’s hair still be... read more →