A Curandero's Workbench

How to deal with the Hispanic causing panic? Being New Mexican usually affords you a dog in the fight about how Spanish one is. This post is...

As I recognize my life’s tank dial, move closer and seemingly faster than ever towards empty, I accept how pain and love complement themselv...

 I learned in my late 20's that race was a construct and not a biological marker.  This expanded my perplexed attitude towards my percep...

What shade of Race are you?  I think we all need to answer this dazzling yet scary question.  It is useful to approach this topic.  The se...

Once a boy, wondering when manhood would fit.  Wanting my manhood to be genuine, like a dirty work shirt, still functional, completely funct...

Race was conceived by colonial cultures to elevate their national distinction.  These colonial cultures needed a justification to objectify ...

No Allegiance but to ... The use of my identities within community are frequently overlapping, competing, and contradicting.  This make...

Identity has become a psychological luxury, mainly for my ego, like a safety blanket for my self concept.  I have slowly learned to consider...

Am I ready to take a step towards accepting my daughters's independence?  If so, then my writing is now directed at me.  I think my opp...

The New Mexican Chicano has a passionate dedication to suffering toxic humility.  We see it in our addicted and violent populations.  It s...

I wonder how being a divorced dad, raising 2 daughters with a cooperative mother, having 2 respectable careers, and being able bodied keeps...

My privileged trait is the wounded child in me, embarrassed, feeling unworthy, finally succeeding, hands raised in celebration, but not taki...

Featured Artist: Nikkolas Smith If Dr. Martin Luther King Jr wore a hoodie:  My social progress has disconnected me from my social class...

Inspiration is something I chase because I think its necessary for growth.  What I have recently acknowledged is that inspiration can leave ...

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 ...

I am working on getting back to spiritual currencies as the core economy for my life.  What this means in English is that I am fi...

I have tried to capture so much of myself in this blog. I have learned to write and think clearer. I have tried to heal my wounds as a div...

make today's a hurdle My father and I have had a distant or maybe hovering relationship.  It has been a challenging relationship ...

I am learning how important it is to recognize those things that don't get done. I could make this post really intimate and explain cle...

You can't weave the wind, breeze, breathe, or mist!  That's the analogy that comes to mind as I tried to write weaving the lover, ...