When Christmas Came to the Barrio

Christmas on Aldama Street was always a sad affair. It was never about what we wanted, but what we needed. Underwear. Hairbrushes. Socks. Our house was the 1970s testing ground for Operation Christmas Child; the idea of filling a shoebox with sundries and small … Continue reading

I Wish I Had a Cool Name

I’ve always wished I had a cool name. Like those celebrities whose first names are so hip they don’t even need a last name: Madonna, Cher, Bono. It started in third grade one day when I realized that every other little Latina was … Continue reading

Baffled and Befuddled

I’ve been struggling these last two weeks with change and how it sneaks up on us. Even if we are expecting and anticipating a new event or situation, when it occurs our equilibrium is knocked off kilter. Over Labor Day weekend we moved Design … Continue reading