Judgement is Bad for the Skin.
It's easy to sit back and be a watcher. We judge. We make conclusions. We somehow even in the most minuscule way, hate. Well I'd like to...
Platicando con el Paletero
Antes yo no era uno de ellos. Los miraba desde mi carro. Les sacaba la vuelta. Y subia mi ventana. Yo no era parte de su mundo. No...
Observing, then Disappearing
I noticed the other day how absurd it is that we go through our walks of life observing others. Recognizing that each one of us has our...
My Barricaded Border Beach
It's so strange looking north and not seeing your face. I don't see the jetty of a thousand rocks surfacing from the ocean. I don't see...
Strangely Drawn to Being Alone
I was strangely drawn to the idea of going out without a phone this morning. Just me, my Cafe Moto, and the thrift shop answering to no...
I'm My Date Tonight
What are the things I used to do before. When I knew how to love me and self care me and be with me automatically. Now It's like a date....
Café Nirvana
My little girl asks me each time why I insist on cooking my coffee on the stove with a cinnamon stick. I tell her, well baby, because you...