Tag chicano
Several months ago, the estate of my publisher emailed me tjhat my publisher died. His name was Jim Mafchir and he gave me my first shot in the publishing world. His press. Western Edge, carried my book, Butterfly Warrior, and… Continue Reading →
At the end of 2016, my last book won an award. When my publicist at the time called to inform me, I felt unstoppable, like I had climbed mount everest with nothing more than my hiking boots and some twine…. Continue Reading →
Writing a book is really hard. I’ve written a few, but it never gets easier. I remember someone saying at a writing group in which I used to participate that a writer knows when they’re writing her truth when she… Continue Reading →
It was late on a Saturday night; maybe two or three in the morning when I awoke to the sound of toes tipping across my carpet. I was twelve and scared to death. Still, I listened to the shuffling going… Continue Reading →
I consider myself a good writer and teacher. At the heart of both is the hope and the belief that I can share information in such a way that can ignite the good, strong, and beautiful in those whom I… Continue Reading →
in the barrio, 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 to learn that in… Continue Reading →
It was late on a Saturday night; maybe two or three in the morning when I awoke to the sound of toes tipping across my carpet. I was twelve and scared to death. Still, I listened to the shuffling going… 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 →
It you google Santa Fe, you’d learn about how it’s the oldest Capital in the U.S. and about it’s primarily tricultural population. If you’re reading a tourist site, you’d even see that Santa Fe is the third largest art market… Continue Reading →
The Chicano Movement didn’t fail. I have found Aztlan. It’s a real place. First off, I consider myself Chicano. For me, this means that I am a bilingual, biliterate person of Mexican-American descent who is interested in the reclamation of… Continue Reading →
