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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 →
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 →
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 →
Someone could easily criticize the work I do as: “all talk no action.” The thing is, generally, people don’t really make changes in their lives unless they come to see that the road they’re on is too difficult to walk… 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 →
Most mornings, I look out my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. I’ve always loved the early morning sky-glow: All the words yet to write and ideas yet to learn swell inside of me – a rising… Continue Reading →
I hear people talking about how crappy the world is and how it’s all going to blow up soon. But then I’ll attend a birthday party or some other function, and I’ll witness tremendous joy and happiness. Even if only… Continue Reading →
I’ve always wondered if a flower sees another flower and then laments something about itself, based on the other flower. I wonder if an orange flower wishes it were a purple flower; or if a flower with a bunch of… Continue Reading →
Journey to Aztlan is the powerful, inspirational, and heartwarming story about how one man overcame life-threatening Depression and found love. Juan Blea was ready to end his life. Depression had claimed his soul and left him seeing few options for… Continue Reading →
The best definition of power I’ve ever come across is that power is a knowing and active participation in change. Many times, a person who ends up addicted to a substance really had no clue what he or she was… Continue Reading →
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