I have never really felt like I was in love with myself. There is a self hate that I have always held on to. I have rarely done enough to feel worthy of appreciating myself. I have beat myself up far too often. I have cluttered my ideas with doubt. I have chained my dreams with discouragement. I have chosen the conservative routes. I have feared with more intensity than trust. That is changing. I am hardening my values and softening my heart. I am recognizing the beauty in most situations and accepting that perception can be a powerful ingredient to prosperity.
I am on the move!
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...