As I learn to love myself. I can't help but remember my weekend with Donald. It has been one of the most rewarding and cathartic weekends I can remember. We got into his car after being picked up from the airport by his team sergeant (sharp dude). We have a
habit of collecting theme songs for our vacations together. So we get in the car and this is playing. Immediately Donald said, "no way", and I said, "bro, we are due for a chick song". He voted for Bruno Mars, and Rihanna's song came on twice before we heard the popular Bruno Mars Song, "Locked out of Heaven". Well after a drawn out struggle we had our song for trip. So as I venture into this introspective series to share as much of my process as possible I will soundtrack my journey. I have never really thought about a love song to myself but as I refocus my love towards healing me, this song makes complete sense.
Ron this is dedicated to you and our shadow in the most healthy narcissistic way. Shine bright like a diamond!
Immigrating Without Borders
I immigrated from Albuquerque’s city life to a quieter Santa Fe. Santa Fe is 50 some odd miles north of Albuquerque along the Camino ...
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There is a part of the Chicano culture that is ruthless. Even the slightest social struggle creates opportunity for deviance. My family wa... -
Part 3 Where did the ability to self abuse originate? If I take a critical look at the people in my barrios that perpetrated on the home... -
Part 2 The darker aspects of my culture are simply expressions of communal pain. Without diving into excuses or reasons for class structure...