A Curandero's Workbench

Part 1 Love is measurable, like counting the atoms that make up our universe.  We have an obligation to keep counting.  We paint ideas of be...

 I come from Latin privilege and Chicano scarcity.  My maternal grandparents are a large influence on who I became in life.  They didn't...

Part II  "I'm not a smart man", my grandpa tells me, slopping up fresh pinto beans and green chili with a torn off piece of to...

 Part I A polished soul.   I cherish how my grandpa aged.  Describing who he became, can only come with the fortune of knowing who he had be...

     The ego is a shadow that doesn't have to worry about the social stigma that comes with having white hairs.  Maybe a silhouette of w...

 I am sitting on the cement foundation of a ski lift at the top of a false summit in the Santa Fe National Forest.  At the top of the Santa ...

 New York is one of the worlds many union stations transferring money boarding transaction trains destined to finance some believed form of ...