I GOT WOKE

Wearing my running shoes and favorite stretch pants, I was almost ready as I drove across the valley, still groggy and with a cup of coffee in hand. But when I arrived at the Universal Studio train station and then circled the parking lot, it became clear I wasn’t going to find a spot. IContinue reading “I GOT WOKE”

La Guera’s Guerra

Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock, was tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago. El Rio, the great divider of brown and white. I want to float up and pierce the muddied waters with my machete and fight for what is right; for mis hermanos y hermanas, but I am only half. I want toContinue reading “La Guera’s Guerra”