I'm like 80% of Mexican/American Native descent - got the DNA test and all. From both sides of my family there is a strong Native American MesoAmerican blood line, and with a DNA tests I was able to see how much of that I got from my parents. Without sounding too cheesy, I always felt... Continue Reading →
Do you ever really know someone? Your partner, your kid, your best friend? Yourself? There is someone that I used to know. Or I thought I knew. They were my best friend. I likely was not theirs, but they were mine. And I was myself. Anxiety, depression, goofy and weird and all. I shared and... Continue Reading →
September 15 we celebrate El Grito which marks the anniversary of “the yell” announcing Mexico’s freedom from Spain. We yell out “Viva Mexico!” September 16 carries over the celebration of independence. It is a beautiful celebration of color, life, culture, and national pride. This year was my first year where I have been in a... Continue Reading →
For some unknown reason, late into my pregnancy I got into the soundtrack for the musical The Wiz. Not the original, but the tv adaptation starring Queen Latifa and Mary J Blige. I would sing the songs to the baby in utero. When I gave birth to Peanut I was in the hospital alone. She... Continue Reading →
We are one week away from the world of Peanut getting a little bit smaller; the departure of my parents to another country will make for quite the adjustment for my tiny human. Don’t get me wrong, she is so damn strong and resilient already at the tender age of two, but it breaks my... Continue Reading →
A lot of things have changed or are in the process of changing recently. GoDaddy fucked up my old website with my House of Peanut blog so I dumped GoDaddy; my co-host in Pckt Cndy podcast has bailed out on me; my parents are moving in a week to another country... These changes all mark... Continue Reading →
Babadook got out of his cage about two weeks ago. The night I ended up in the Emergency Room (ER), he went with me, and he hasn’t left my side ever since. The only thing Babadook cannot touch – the only part of my life he does not get to participate in – is my... Continue Reading →
My friend, Dr. Jacqueline Irwin, posted the following on facebook:“I’m looking for 6 Sac State Alumni to participate in an advice project for the summer/fall terms. It entails writing or videoing yourself now and then when the term comes, giving some feedback to their questions. The format is 24 pieces of advice/thoughts on life, as... Continue Reading →
Hear me out. I am, in general, ANTI CANCEL CULTURE. It is fucking annoying. The idea that you can “cancel” someone is idiocy, in my opinion. BUT if we are going to carry on with this way of molding society and pop culture, then I propose the United States and Americans who celebrate Cinco de... Continue Reading →
Originally posted September 11, 2020 There is a tight pain in my chest and it’s not because of the smoke in the air. If you’ve never seen the movie the Babadook, I suggest you do. It is essentially an allegory for mental disorder. He is that dark place your mind wanders to when you’ve lost... Continue Reading →
