A Letter to my Father I wanted to tell you – I wrote a book. Two so far, actually. For kids because your niece’s little warrior face inspired me. Since…
A Letter to My Father I must have been about four when Grandma Lupe died. What was she? 103? 130? To the four year old mind those numbers are interchangeable.…
It’s a Sunday in Paris. I have been here a little over two years now. I sometimes remember how surprised and impressed you were that I wanted to move here…
It’s a strange thing to see people satisfied with themselves for protesting on a Saturday after months of planning. Don’t get me wrong, there was some good that came from…
Once upon a time I did stand-up comedy. Yes really. Sometimes I was even funny. I was incredibly comfortable because I had done a ton of stage acting and, as…
I’ve been thinking about this since I got your message on my birthday. I love you, cuz, but I love the distance between us. I don’t know why you decided…
It’s an unsurprising thing in today’s United States that marginalized groups are losing rights they thought they were done having to fight for. That’s what they do though, innit? They…
