“Don’t worry about giving your kids a good future. Give them a good past.”
The Censor
The Censor
(from reading the Artist Way)
For years I locked away the colors that made me—me.
For years I locked away the colors that made me—me.
I Used to Talk a Lot.
I used to talk a lot.
They taught me silence in their own colorful way.
Dopamine Detox UPDATE
No social media apps on my phone.
It’s been great... my mood’s lighter, and I swear I feel hope all the way down in my pinky toes again.
Belly Out, Heart Open: A Love Letter to My First Teacher
Imagine little me at six years old, adorable, obviously.
Big belly poking out from under a shirt that’s losing the battle. Hair for days. Like a mini lion cub.
Triggered: How the Internet Hijacks Your Emotions
All they need is curiosity, plus a jolt of fear, anger, or disgust… and you’re hooked.
Paleteros still bring a smile to my face, even to this day.
Paleteros still bring a smile to my face, even to this day.
The sound of their little bells echoing down the block was like magic—it lit up the whole neighborhood.
Papi siempre se iba a la chingada
“Papi siempre se iba a la chingada… hasta que me dieron ganas de alcanzarlo.”
Facing The Fire With My Younger Self
"Generational trauma is like a fire in the woods, taking down everything in its path until one person in one generation has the courage to turn and face the flames.
Don’t Touch the Tortillas
Don’t touch the tortillas’ clearly meant ‘grab one and run for it!
Cactus on Your Forehead
What they once used to insult me has become my crown. I take it as a compliment.
