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Not hasta, Siempre

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Love is not dying, nor dead, but flowing in its most potent way, spirit.  More than a life, more than my grandma, more than a mother, m...

Graduate?

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Finally feeling the emotions that come from my child graduating high school.  I cried this morning, not so much for her success, not so muc...

What shade of Race are we - Part IV

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The healing of our minds from the delusions of tribalism is not something to heal but to reorganize so that we can learn to appreciate our...

Man-turing

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

What shade of Race are we - Part III

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Part II It is hard to entertain the suggestions from the marginalized Anglo-American asking for equality or fairness. One suggestion is ho...

I am a brown paper bag

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The luminarias, more commonly known as faralitos to other New Mexicans, begin to take shape, lining up next to the wheel barrow filled wit...

A Letter to Dr. Coates

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Mr. Ta-Nehisi Coates, I find polarity towards what you have to say.  I woke up discouraged by the criticism being sent your way.  I just sta...
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