Archive for April, 2008

A M’ija to Meet: Irene, Mexican


What I love about being Latina:

There is so much cultural richness that comes with being Latina. I can only be “Latina” in this country and no where else in the world. Anywhere else I could say that I am Americana and I wouldn’t feel challenged, but in this country the perception that I am Americana is challenged because I don’t look like what others would expect to be “American”.  I love being Latina because to me this represents someone who by our mere appearance challenges the status quo. I love that being Latina means that I do have this direct link to my parents homeland—Mexico. Being Latina is something unique and I love the complexities that the word embodies.
What I love about being Americana: being Americana with Mexican roots makes me special, especially here in the south. I like enlightening folks that “American” also encompasses the dulce de leche skin, brown haired girl like me who can easily navigate between English and Spanish. Growing up I didn’t know of anyone else who was like me (besides my siblings)—bicultural. Being Americana means having privileges not even conceivable in other places in the world. I recognize these privileges and hope to use them to the betterment of my comunidad.  

My biggest challenge in growing up Latina in America: Perhaps my experiences growing up Latina would’ve been much different had I grown up in New York, California or Texas. But growing up in the Southeast, the so called “Bible-belt” meant coming upon people in my childhood and even my adult life who had never met a Latina. Perhaps the biggest challenge was realizing that I had to be my own trailblazer. There was no one telling me how to do things or informing me of what to expect being Latina in the South. I felt lonely a lot and felt that no one understood what it was like traversing the immigrant world and mainstream US America. Now I’ve discovered an entire Hermandad who knows this very well and with whom my story resonates intimately.

My biggest support in growing up Latina in America: Familia! Even though my parents could not understand what it was like for me to be the cultural broker in the family, they have always been my biggest support. My parents are my inspiration and my drive to become a better person. I remember calling my Papi recently to tell him that I had gone to a meeting with other Mexicanos and at that meeting when I raised my voice in an effort to advocate for our community I was told that unless I was born in Mexico and raised there that I could not proclaim being Mexican, much less speak for this community. I was hurt by the comment and complained about it to my Papi. He reminded me that I would always face ignorant people who could never comprehend what it’s like living caught between two worlds. He told me to hold my head high and not let these comments sidetrack me or distract me from my purpose of helping our community.  

Why I am beautiful: because a look at me is a reminder of where I come from, of where my roots are very well implanted—Mexico. My hair reminds me of my indigenous grandmother who has never cut her hair and who beared 16 children and who to this day stands strong and proud. My eyes are those of my Papi, a man who has worked since he was 5 years old and never received a formal education but you would never be able to tell because he’s brilliant! My naturally pink lips remind me of both my abuelitos whose European ancestry is very evident in their own appearance. My height reminds me of my Mami who made the decision at 16 to come to this country, the place where she gave birth to me and because of the nutrition she provided me, I was able to grow taller than most women in our family. I am beautiful because all I need to do is look in the mirror to remind myself of where I come from and what makes me so very special.




April 30, 2008 at 8:31 pm Leave a comment

A Week in the Life

When I was a teacher or a college administrator, no one ever really asked what my days were like but I’ve noticed lately that it’s a question I get a lot.  It’s a question that I even discuss with other writers.  The funny thing is that when I became a writer, I imagined that 40 hours a week would be so much time and that I could teach two days a week, write two days a week, and volunteer one day a week with no problem and no overlap.  I figured out that wasn’t true in my very first week as a full-time writer.  It’s an interesting job, filled with chase and quiet, creative spurts and languishing blocks, and, not surprisingly, lots of deadlines.  Remember what it felt like to have a paper due in college and then play that out by 10 or 15 a month, and you get a little bit of the flavor.  But here’s the thing, in college, your professors assign you those papers.  As a professional writer, you find a lot of your work in the form of pitching ideas to editors– some of whom you have worked for before and some of whom will not even open an e-mail from you.  Here’s a sampling of the work that I am doing this week:

*  Writing articles.  I have three articles due next week that I am hoping to get turned in by the end of day this Friday.  I like to turn in my stuff early if possible; it allows me to avoid that college deadline looming feeling of terror.  I’ve also been actively trying to write my pieces as soon as I wrap up the research and interviews on them because I’ve waited for months in the past on articles assigned really early and then I just want to beat my head against the wall over having to look up every single detail because I remember nothing.  It is much easier on me if I write while it is all fresh on my mind.  Two of the articles are ideas that I pitched and one is an assignment that an editor asked me to do.   

*  Book research and organization.  I have a book proposal currently under consideration with a publisher so I am doing some research on it to keep abreast of the news surrounding the idea’s themes and doing some organizing with my notes to allow myself a smooth transition if the book is soon approved.  You mean the book’s not already written?  That’s right.  For researched non-fiction where you will interview various people, you usually put together a book proposal that outlines the book and your vision for it chapter by chapter but you don’t have to go ahead and write it.  I did, however, have to turn in sample chapters for this one so I have two chapters mostly written already which will be especially nice if the book does go to contract. 

*  Idea research.  I have an idea for another non-fiction book that I am excited about– maybe a project for next year if the above book gets a contract this year, and so I have been doing a little dabbling into the research for it and just compiling notes in a file to tear into at a later date. 

*  Speaking Prep and Gigs.  I am spending Wednesday afternoon helping to facilitate a Women of Color Leadership Forum in Charlotte.  In addition, I am speaking at a breakfast at the Boys and Girls Club National Conference next week in San Francisco so I am drafting my remarks, making sure I have business cards printed, etc. 

*  Circle de Luz research and prep work.  Circle de Luz, the scholarship giving network inspired by the Hijas experience, officially launches on Thursday and so there’s stuff to do with that, the IRS non-profit application, and preparation for our scholar selection next year.      

*  Story Pitches.  I have a few article ideas on board to pitch tomorrow to some editors- likely new editors to me.  I’ve written the queries. Now I just need to get them out to the “targeted markets.” 

*  San Francisco Planning.  So I am in San Fran for a few days next week and hope to meet up with some women who were involved in the research for Hijas and I also want to check a little bit of the city out.  Sometime this week, I am going to get that all organized so I don’t lose the precious few minutes I have on the ground there next week figuring it out. 

*  NYC event planning.  I have a school and bookstore event at the end of May in the Bronx and so I’ll spend some time thinking through those events and working on the promotions for them. 

*  Odds and Ends.  At some point each week, I balance my checkbook, track my business expenses and file my receipts, and record my business mileage along with other little keeping the business going tasks like that. 

*  Misbehave.  And there is always something that derails me for at least a little bit each day or week.   This week’s tempests are newspaper articles about the Panthers’ draft choices and web-surfing, including a long session on Nick Arrojo’s (from What Not to Wear) salon web-site.  If I had the guts, I would totally book a haircut with him for while I am in NYC.  I am working on getting up the guts.  Look at me, I’m acting like I am asking him out on a date rather than to just do my hair.  Too funny.       

Other than that, I work out daily, keep the television completely off or I know I’ll get sucked in, fight with Lola the wonder dog about where she wants me to be in reference to her, endure Lola the wonder dog’s howling when the town’s fire sirens go off, look outside and wonder why I don’t just take my laptop outside to write, make a couple laps around the little cottage that could when I am feeling sleepy, answer BF and my sister’s 17 phone calls a day (only a slight exaggeration), remember to take something out of the fridge for dinner, get caught up on something surfing the internet and then wonder where the time went, think about doing yoga poses or stopping everything to read for thirty minutes, avoid doing my hair and putting on makeup and then realize that people are looking at me strangely out in the world because my curls have gone all cotton-ball headed on me without my noticing, and answer a lot of email.

I imagine that soon I really will add 30 minutes of reading outside to my daily work life and that I will run to the nearby Y a couple times a week for a Yoga or Pilates class.  The one thing I know for sure about my work style is that I should not, under any circumstances, schedule anything to do in the morning except write and research.  I am sharpest in the morning, and I hate when I give away that time. I want to become much more disciplined about saying no to morning things that could just as easily happen in the afternoon.   

Got any questions or advice about the writing life or the working at home life?  Holler.  You’re the closest thing I have to water cooler talk!      




April 29, 2008 at 6:03 pm 3 comments

A Body Warrior to Meet: Gilda

What I love about myself is my capacity to be open and truly interested in all kinds of people, from all walks of life, from every cultural background. Meeting new people enriches my life a thousand fold.

My biggest challenge in accepting my body and beauty is when that monkey-mind thinking leads me to believe that I’m not doing something right.  And that “right,” I suppose, is according to the world outside myself.  When I get quiet, go inward, am creative, I become more accepting of self again.

My biggest support in learning to appreciate myself is that deep-still voice within.  It also helps to surround myself with people who support my creative way of being and thinking—people in my writing and creative circles, my husband and family members who support who I am.

Beauty is deeper than body image.  Over the years, I’ve actually positioned my young nieces in front of a mirror and have them stare into their own faces repeating, “I am beautiful inside and out.”


I am strong because I believe in a higher source, and I don’t mean a big man in the sky. That higher source (consciousness) permeates everywhere—in nature, in healthy foods, in you and me.  Being strong means being authentic, truthful, loving—including sometimes being firm, standing ground, setting tough boundaries, which has been something I’ve really had to learn over the years.

I am beautiful because I take good care of myself by eating healthy, especially eating organic food, by using alternative health professionals, having energy work done on me, working out, journaling, writing, reading, meditating and following my passion of living a creative life.

Women must know that we are powerful beyond measure, that we have intuitive abilities that can lead us onto paths bigger than our ego-self can image, that it is time for the female to truly have an equal say in all aspects of life, so that we can get this earth back on track.    

April 28, 2008 at 6:20 pm Leave a comment

This I Believe: Version 1, Life Keeps Handing You The Lesson You Need To Learn Until You Learn It

So I just finished reading the book This I Believe.  It’s a collection of short essays inspired by the public radio series of the same name.  In each essay, the author writes about the one thing he or she believes in and why for a few hundred words.  I am leading a writing workshop this summer where participants will ultimately write their own This I Believe essay.  Preparing for teaching the workshop has me thinking about my own statement.  As I brainstorm, I am coming up with multiple ideas on the way to honing in on the ultimate thing I believe before putting it into essay form.  Here’s my first idea.   

I believe that life keeps handing you the lesson you need to learn until you learn it. Miss your lesson in its first context and the volume is amplified. Miss it again, the scenario is amplified even more in the hopes that it instigates your learning. Ultimnately, we often get our lesson when the volume is deafening and there is no subtlety to it any longer. Then we start on our next growth and learning opportunity.

One of life’s beautiful moments is when we start to willing receive our lessons at a more subtle volume. So the question for each of us is when we face a challenging situation is what lesson is being delivered to you right now and are you ready to receive it at this volume? When people say “this keeps happening to me” they are missing a valuable point. That’s life trying desperately to make its point.



April 27, 2008 at 11:06 am 1 comment

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April 27, 2008 at 11:05 am Leave a comment

A random public service announcement

So, a few years ago, my best friend, whose son was going through treatment for cancer, desperately needed a vacation.  I offered to babysit while my students were on spring break and flew out to Texas to care for three children under the age of 4 (my husband asked me later what I learned during that week.  My answer?  To not have three children in rapid succession because you can hold one’s hand, you can put the other on your hip, but if you are alone and you are corralling three kids, what in the world do you do with the 3rd kid?  You let him run free and trust that he is old enough to listen to exactly what you say.  But if you don’t know to say “Don’t drop trou in the front yard and pee,” well, then there could be some surprises.  Don’t look at me like that.  This is what you get with a free nanny service.).  When I would load up the kids in the mini-van for excursions to here or there, I was struck by the fact that it seemed like every single mini-van, Suburban, and Tahoe in Texas had these stickers on the back side that represented each family member with a stick-figure sticker (including the cats and dogs).  I didn’t love them, but to each his own.  However, the thing that really threw me over the edge was that many of them of these stickers had the kids’ name under their stick figure.  So a stick figure of a little boy standing next to his mom might say Jack and a little girl might say Lily and under Mom’s it says Sarah.  Am I the only person who has a terribly over active imagination and who thinks, “If you advertise your kids’ name, you are just asking for the scary kidnapper to go up to them at the bus stop and say, ‘Jack and Lily, your mom, Sarah, just got hurt and asked me to take you to the hospital to see her.  You dad, John, is going to meet us there.  And don’t worry, I let Pepper out in the backyard before picking you up.”  Now, it seems the stickers have made their way East– I am seeing them all the time here.  If you have them on your car, you have to go peel the names off your car window now– if for no other reason than to give my very active imagination peace of mind.  Thanks!          

April 24, 2008 at 9:14 pm 1 comment

A M’ija to Meet: Emily, Cuban-American

What I love about being Latina: The ability to travel to other countries and feel like a world citizen because of my knowledge of more than one culture and the ability to identify, to some extent, with the large Hispanic immigrant population in the U.S.   I also love the overflowing energy and deep family roots and pride that my Cuban relatives show and have instilled in me.  When growing up, I loved the transition of leaving snowy Michigan at Christmas to road trip down to Miami and experience the fake frost sprayed on cars and the Santas on top of tile roofs and pastel buildings.  I loved falling asleep in my abuela’s home to the Latin music playing outside and thinking the striking thought, “I belong here.”

What I love about being Americana:
I love that I also feel like I belong at the large family reunions held every summer in Ohio with my mother’s family.  I love the homemade ice cream, the potluck dinners, and the games of Scrabble.  I love that I have grown up with the belief that I can play any sport, go to any university, and accept any job just as well as my brother can.  I feel blessed for the opportunities and advantages that growing up in the United States has offered. 

My biggest challenge in growing up Latina in America:
Feeling insecure that I don’t know Spanish as fluently as some of my cousins and feeling like an imposture when people found out my background and exposed that I didn’t speak Spanish fluently. 

My biggest support in growing up Latina in America
: My parents have never stressed one cultural background over the other.  They encouraged me to explore both sides of my family and to become the beautiful blend that I could be.  I never thought of myself as “growing up Latina.” When I did discover I was different than my peers because of my background, and when I felt uncomfortable about it, I would visit my Cuban aunts, who I highly respect and look up to for their beauty, strength, and intelligence.  They, as well as my parents, have supported me the most by believing in me as a Latina as well as an Americana.   

Why I am beautiful:
I am beautiful because of the family values, the love of different cultures, and the self-confidence I have because of my loving parents and my family that reaches from the island of Cuba to the state of Ohio.  I am beautiful because of how my heritage’s past has connected to form my diverse present and for the power I have to continue my bicultural identity and family history into a grounded future with my own children. 

April 23, 2008 at 5:57 pm 5 comments

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