My older sister once slapped a girl in the face. No. Wait. Let me start over. My older sister once slapped my junior high classmate's sister in the face. I'm sure she's slapped others more than once. It happened on another floor of the school, but I found out about it mere minutes later as the word… Continue reading When your former enemy becomes the friend you’ll never have
Dear Diary Series Date: Sunday May 22, 1983 Age: 12 Home: Holladay, Utah The president of the United States is Ronald Reagan. One of our problems today is high inflation. We are also troubled by high unemployment [sic] another problem that concerns many people is that of nuclear warfare. So I'm at a loss for words reading… Continue reading When I was a young republican?
Hey y'all! I don’t write much these days. Those moments when I would open my laptop and pour out words that formed themselves in stream of consciousness onto a keyboard, feel all but gone. On occasion I remember that I have a blog and I visit the stats where I see that the days of writing… Continue reading Has it been 10 years already?
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… Continue reading I kissed a girl and I…
The second in the Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series. This one comes to us from Being Latino's Editor, Eileen Rivera. Read more at her personal blog, Mariposa Social and follow her on Twitter, @eileenrivera16 The subtitle might as well be the “Latinization of Eileen” because this is pretty much the story of my life. I… Continue reading When I was Americuchi [guest post]
As I continue to see today's "breaking news" headlines about a 22 year-old girl's admission to cheating on her boyfriend, I'm ever more thankful that I spent my teen years in the '80s when that type of news would've been relegated to publications such as Bop, Tiger Beat, and The Enquirer. I'm not immune, I read the articles.… Continue reading Forever thankful that John Hughes movies were my generation’s Twilight
I just found a journal and in it I have only one entry. It's of a day sometime ago. A day I don't recall specifically but I remember the general feeling of that time in my life and I can imagine that with all that was going on; that day definitely had the potential to… Continue reading A flood of memories