The memory of a loved one never fades; we carry that memory in our minds, hearts, spirit, and even in our DNA, the blueprint of our individuality. Such memory reminds us that we are connected to each other physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually as a community; it also prompts us to celebrate the footsteps of… Continue Reading
I am all about love, empathy, compassion, forgiveness and oneness. I like to think that we are all flowers in the garden. And in the garden, I have never seen the roses being resentful. The petunias don’t push around the gardenias, insult the queen of the night or step over the jasmine vines. All the flowers in… Continue Reading
According to Greek mythology around 1,200 B.C the Greek goddesses rescued the souls of all women brutally murdered by invaders and gave birth to a race of women warriors, The Amazons. The Amazons lived in Pontus, modern day Turkey near the shores of what is known today as the Black Sea. In a more recent… Continue Reading
The environment is the first gift every sentient being receives. The environment exists before we come to life. We develop an awareness of it as we regain consciousness. Therefore, it is perceived as the second gift. Without the environment, life is not possible.… Continue Reading
“What ever happened to Love?” Contemplating the vastness of the sea, the Poet asked the Nymph.… Continue Reading
Querida Carmen Teresa: Seis meses interminables han transcurrido desde la ultima vez que nos vimos. Añoro el pulso eléctrico de tus rizos cobrizos al tocar mi piel,… Continue Reading
Deep inside the Amazon Rainforest, wearing her reddish-brown, short hair coat, the hoary, wild tapir bartered with the old Jaguar. “Look, dear friend,” the tapir said. Her tiny black eyes sparkled under the sun. “It’s dry season. The river is full of voracious piranhas and snakes. You are too old to hunt and too weak… Continue Reading
When I was in third grade, after straightening her black and white polka dress –the one she wore to church every Sunday– Mami stamped her palms on the mahogany desk. Leaning forward, she stared at Mr. Samson, the school psychologist.… Continue Reading
Periwinkle cloudless skies served as the backdrop to the lunch hour crowd moving about Tucson’s downtown. While folks in other areas of the country plowed through several inches of snow, in The Core, people rushed attached to their MP3s and cell phones.… Continue Reading
In 2012, my mother crossed the rainbow bridge at the age of eighty-six. While cleaning her apartment at Puerta del Sol, I found an old shoe box filled with letters from family members. These were written during our exodus from our island of sun. As I grieved my loss, I read and catalogued each letter and… Continue Reading