All posts tagged: Friends

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Life is a lesson: 5 things I learned last week

Performance Art I’ve seen some performance art. Not a lot, but some, and I finally have to confess that I don’t get it. After attending the Outside In Exhibition on Friday at the National Museum of Mexican Arts (I highly recommend it), my friends and I headed to the Pilsen Art Walk for the Chicago Art District’s, 2nd Friday. One of the exhibits we saw was a performance piece. I tried to look serious and pensive, as if I was considering the piece as a representation of society’s… okay, yeah, fuck it. I had no clue.  My friends and I walked out after a few minutes, and I confessed that I had no clue and kudos to people who do.

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I kissed a girl and I…

I finished watching The L Word over the holiday weekend. A fact that I shared with a friend earlier today. I almost didn’t tell anyone because an admission such as that one can potentially be accompanied by judgments and misconceptions. But really, who the hell cares who thinks what of it? Just last year or maybe the year before, my sister asked me if I was gay. I’m not quite sure what made her ask, and I didn’t question her, just simply answered no. I guess I figured that people were thinking it, and I appreciated that someone was brave enough to actually ask the question rather than just let it  hang there in their mind. I might, in their shoes, question it too. After all, an unmarried woman of my age with very few lasting relationships under her belt might make me wonder a little too, I guess. So I enjoyed the show, but after a while it became predictable. It seemed that the show was trying to make a point about no woman being 100% …

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5 things that should not be left unsaid

It was late summer/early fall of 2002. My younger sister had been in the hospital for weeks and the doctors were unable to tell us why. She’d given birth prematurely to my nephew, and had slipped further into whatever it was that was making her sick, making her eventual recovery require the relearning of things we take for granted, such as feeding herself. I was spending my days at work, my evenings with her at the rehabilitation center, and my weekends caring for my nephews, her sons: A 1 year old and a newborn. Her prognosis was unsure and we prepared for the worst, while hoping for the best. To say it was a difficult time would be an understatement, but somehow we all managed. I walked around in a daze; a combination of a mind full of worries and lack of any meaningful rest. I constantly felt like I was in one of those scenes in a movie in which the character is standing frozen in time, while everyone else is rushing around her. …

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The self-indulgence of words

Last week, hours after publishing and sharing the post, Love letter to my body, I saw a friend. At that moment, my mind was  on the task at hand, so I was confused when he made a comment about me and my body. He was joking? Poking fun at me? I wasn’t sure what. Moments later it dawned on me and I said something in regards to the blog post. Was that what he was referring to? I was “all about my body now” was the premise of his joke. I explained that he’d gotten it wrong, what I’d written wasn’t about that at all, in fact quite the opposite. The jokes continued, and as I tend to do when I don’t want to come off as too sensitive, something Ive accused of being, I joined in on the joke. In fact, probably even took it further than I intended in preservation of my feelings, and was laughing at myself. Days later, and the question of “Why would he use my words against me in …

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All I need to know in life, I learned from my girlfriends

When we were young our friendships were primarily based on geography. Our circle of friends usually consisted of other girls (maybe even boys) that we saw on a regular basis. We may not have necessarily had anything in common besides the fact that we lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, worshiped at the same church, etc… Basically, most of the people in our lives were relationships of convenience. As we grew up and our world expanded, that changed. We didn’t just look at proximity when befriending someone, we began to look at personal qualities and also, maybe selfishly, what they could do for us. As adults we either maintain our childhood friendships or put them in one of two categories; those we keep in touch with via the annual holiday card and those who we never hear from again. They were left in our past to make room for what I, and am sure many others, like to call our Girlfriends. Girlfriends aren’t just friends who are female, they are your …

I ♥ NYC!

A new friend who writes here took on the challenge of writing something, anything for 30 days during the month of April: National Poetry Month. I thought it would make for an interesting challenge so I decided to take it on as well, though I am five days late. I got a few of our Being Latino writers involved to help with accountability as I am notorious for breaking promises to myself, but too embarrassed to not come through for others. As CCO, what better way to help develop our writers’ skills than to take them on this journey with me. The preceding is merely an introduction, my journey begins below… ________________________________________________________________ I was in New York City a few weeks ago. Though I had been there for a long weekend a few years ago, this trip was different. I was feeling first-date butterflies. As crazy as it may seem to an outsider, to me the nervousness made perfect sense. I had fallen in love with a group of people over the internet and I …

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The Sun Rose: Remembering Lilly

The Sun Rose The sun rose yesterday without you here. As if it didn’t know you were gone. Maybe it hadn’t been told. So I shed my tears to let it know. Through tear blurred eyes I watched out my window thinking all would be still, but then I heard the wind blow. I heard laughter, I heard life. I thought how could this be, how could life go on without stopping to wonder where you went. Then, in the midst of my tears, the sun set yesterday without you here. The sun rose today without you here. I went to work, a busy day and a few more tears. Again, life went on without stopping so I could miss you and figure out how to live without seeing you, without laughing with you, without you in my life. and as I wondered, the sun set today without you here. The sun will rise tomorrow without you here, and I hope that it will help me understand that life has its reasons for doing what it …