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I advocate and believe in the power of reflective writing to heal. My own writing life has richly blessed me; I’ve been able to go places and do things that I never would have even thought possible without the opportunities… Continue Reading →
The other day, I sat on my comfortable couch eating a cupcake and reading a research article on the prevalence rate of Hispanic drug users when it hit me: Since I do my best to keep up with the latest… Continue Reading →
An ecomap is equivalent to a system diagram utilized in the software development industry. What a system diagram does is allow an analyst to define relationships between objects. Objects, to a system analyst, can be anything from data tables, to… Continue Reading →
I hate it when people I disagree with turn out to be right. But, at least I can admit it. When I was getting ready to release Journey to Aztlan, I had an argument with a marketing firm I was… Continue Reading →
One of the questions I get asked, all the time, is, “Why is your culture so important to you?” Though I hear it all the time, I’m amazed that it’s even asked. In my experience, it seems like people tend… Continue Reading →
Teaching about Aztlan isn’t easy. Neither is teaching writing. People tend to associate writing with mean teachers who couldn’t be pleased and so they tense up at just the thought. Plus. most people haven’t heard anything about the Chicano Movement… Continue Reading →
It’s tough to want health for someone we love when he or she isn’t well. We pray and wish and hope that somehow health will overtake sickness in a blink of an eye. And when that sickness is addiction, our… Continue Reading →
If you asked one hundred people who know me, I’m willing to place a large bet that you’ll get one hundred different answers. I guess it’s that way: people know each other through some role or another through which they… Continue Reading →
In the barrio where I grew up, we called ourselves, Chicanos. I always believed that was what I was: A Chicano kid. I had no idea growing up that there isn’t any real such thing as a Chicano. I came… Continue Reading →
It’s been thirty-one (31) years since my grandmother passed away. When I think of her, I still become choked up and how much my family and I lost with her passing. She was my family’s cornerstone and when cancer took… Continue Reading →
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