Recalling Memories: Riding Along the LA River

I saw the shadow of my bicycle from tree to tree as I rode atop the Los Angeles Riverbed between the 105 and the 91 freeway going south. I saw the silhouette of a little girl riding her bike on an afternoon sunset after she finished her homework and had dinner, and I remembered. I… Continue reading Recalling Memories: Riding Along the LA River

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Labios en Rojo – Lips in Red

It had been years, probably since I was in elementary school, that I had pulled my hair straight back into a bun. I made sure, as I always did, that there were no little cuernitos sticking out. I probably did my hair about five times until it was as slick as it could be. “Parece… Continue reading Labios en Rojo – Lips in Red

“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”: Retos al ir contra la corriente

Balanceaba pensamientos y emociones mientras aseguraba no tropezarme sobre las piedras grises en las calles de la colonia Benito Juarez. Caminaba sonriente después de ver lo contenta que se puso mi Tía Tere al visitarla. Pero esa alegría se estremecía con las palabras que retumbaban en mi cabeza de algunos de mis familiares, “Como que dejaste tus trabajos, ¡hijoles! Tú… Continue reading “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”: Retos al ir contra la corriente

Mamá Conchita’s Garden

De pequeña me perdia en la jungla en la casa de mi abuelita. Su majestuosidad me cautivaba. En el transcurso de los años que visito la casa de mis abuelos en Milpillas de Allende, no cesa de sorprenderme la vitalidad de su huerta, y vivo una aventura al adentrarme en ella. Cazos y baldes oxidados… Continue reading Mamá Conchita’s Garden