#iVote because I don’t want to be left behind; because I feel like I’m voting for someone who’s going to do right for my community and not just me; because I have a voice. #iVote because my grandmother came to give my mother, aunts and uncles a better life. #iVote because my father ventured into … Continue reading
What is it about Latinos that lead people to believe that they have to be spoken to in another language. Ok, ok, I guess all of the speaking Spanish is a dead giveaway, but then again, why are people having such a hard time reaching this demographic of people? These black and brown people who … Continue reading
I talked to an eighth grade class the other day at my grammar school, St. Nicholas of Tolentine on the southwest side. I usually do this every year for my fifth grade teacher, with whom I’m now friends. She asks me to come in and talk during the beginning of their research paper topic scouting, … Continue reading
The walk was cold and brisk. It only took about 15 minutes because I was living in the school’s backyard. In the distance I could see the white letters. “St. Ignatius College. 1869.” Almost like a dream, the sound of four girls singing began in my head, just a distant memory. I heard the beginning of … Continue reading
It all started with my mother. She decided to get on Facebook for some odd reason. She claims that it was to keep in contact with her old friends from the neighborhood and to find out what was going on in their lives. It’s funny when your family gets onto a social network only you … Continue reading
She was shrinking. There was no other way of putting it. She was literally shrinking. “I must be losing a lot of weight,” she told her friend over a lunch of wine and cheese downtown. “I put on this shirt this morning and it felt a size too big! I’m not complaining, but I’m just … Continue reading
Jameson. On the rocks. She used to joke and call it her apple juice. What fools. Who drinks apple juice at a bar? She stared into her glass. Three was the limit. She had done the calculations long ago when she had a friend to count with her. That was fun. They both knew exactly … Continue reading
I shouldn’t be doing this to myself, she thought. Pain and angst, it all made her stomach hurt. But she kept doing it. She kept reading the poems. “what haunts me more the desolate nights are your memories the gentle daze in your eyes when you catch mine…” She remembered reading this for the first … Continue reading
He started yelling at her. He was yelling and crying. She sat in the front seat of his car. Almost a feeling of disgust running through her. Why was he crying like that? He looked so ugly. What was he even talking about? She sat there, had said her piece and now, this was his … Continue reading
“Hey, asshole! Watch where you’re going!” It was the second time in the same day that he was almost run over by a cabbie. They have no patience. They’re always in a rush. A rush for what? Life was always getting harder. It wasn’t enough that he had to wander around the city in a … Continue reading
