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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 →
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 →
I sit back and wonder: Could this have happened to anyone other than a Chicano kid who grew up in what amounted to the projects in Santa Fe, NM who happened to get a Commodore 64 for Christmas? I mean,… Continue Reading →
I think it’s a true statement that a person with a deep and big heart will experience suffering. I also think that those who do feel deeply can sometimes believe that there’s something wrong. I’ve seen several people in early… Continue Reading →
Whenever I learn a new piece of music, I don’t try to learn the whole thing at once. Music is often so complex that it can overwhelm me if I try to take it on all at the same time…. Continue Reading →
I don’t know why some people end up lost within an addiction while others don’t. Nor can I say with any certainty that a given treatment plan will work. In situations of great complexity, of which addiction is one, there… Continue Reading →
Does sobriety have value? The question seems silly and its response seems obvious: OF COURSE! But, if you really look what sobriety means for some people, the answer becomes a bit harder to give. There are those whose lives burdened… Continue Reading →
The other morning, while visiting my grandmother’s grave, I lifted a pinecone off of her headstone. I looked at it’s woody cradles and cursed its audacity: It covered the “Que” from the Madrecita Querida inscription and I launched that pinecone… Continue Reading →
Over the years, I’ve weathered a great deal of intense emotional crises with families and friends of people in early recovery. I say “weathered” because, more often than not, the emotions are like waves of hurricane ballast striking me with… Continue Reading →
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