Go Read Your Crystal Bible, Ya Basic Bitch

Fair warning, this post may make me sound like a basic bitch, but please read on with an open mind. I own a crystal bible. I keep a dish of stones and crystals on my bedside table, yes, sitting next to my pink Himalayan salt lamp which I turn on every night. I also have […]

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Negrita Cucurumbé

My abuelito was a world traveler. Before diabetes. Before the doctors amputated his leg. Before his heart attack. Mi abuelito was a photographer, a journalist, a businessman, un viajero. Every few years my abue would take his nietos to Mexico. My turn finally came the fall of ’96, the year before he passed away. I was […]

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This isn’t TacoBell, Bitch.

Like most kids growing up, Saturday mornings were my favorite day of the week. Sleeping in, watching cartoons, home-made breakfasts, I lived for Saturday mornings – except for those Saturday morning cleaning days, with the mami soundtracks, yeah, we’re not talking about those. I’m talking about spending quality time in the kitchen whipping up desayuno, […]

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The Big Sur Inn

“Get your shifts covered this weekend.” He said. “I booked us a cabin at the Big Sur Inn. We can take my car.” He’d been trying to book us a cabin there for months, with no luck. That was just like him though, always planning stuff on a whim. I loved his spontaneity. There was […]

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