Originally posted on Throwing Chanclas:
When you’ve taught at the same community college for 11 years you often wonder after your students graduate, did I make a difference? I mean it’s one thing to meet the student learning outcomes, but…
Originally posted on Throwing Chanclas:
ON MOTHERING There are only two things you can do when someone misrepresents/defames you. You can either go inward and try and ignore it and hope one day that truth wins out and that all…
Originally posted on Throwing Chanclas:
is my newest personal essay up on Rabble Lit. I love this journal and the work they publish. It continually makes me feel like my perspective–my own working class background now has a voice and…
If you never have anything you don’t know what there was to lose… my children know, though they do as they most surely knew love and warm dinners and cracked smiles and laughter as long as the days grown wild … Continue reading
The Daughter Land Map It shows everything and nothing the terrain steep–so much to climb through in hardly enough space to breathe there are rocks and cliffs and a river somewhere on a distant valley floor. Did I bring the … Continue reading
We meet in my office alone not too long, just long enough there are children to discuss and the taxi-ing of children to various places to various things i do not hate him if i can look at him, his … Continue reading
April 12 April 12 Daughterland Drugs I want to keep her off the northern californian crutch as long as possible I keep thinking it’s a green leafy battle but she’s thinking it something else I’m already losing the argument and … Continue reading
We are all lied to, my love mostly by ourselves we tell ourselves stories in which to wallow in which to cave in which to concede that is how we found ourselves today you with an unfinished assignment me with … Continue reading
” We have been wounded by it (giving)” –Alberto Rios Giving: What it Takes My car door slammer, my you-don’t-get-it-you’re-too-old, my you-should-be-home-making-cookies my you-promised-me-you-guys-wouldn’t-split-till-i-was-out-of-the-house My Daughter. Full of intensity and scowl Full of cat eyes and hoop earrings Looking for … Continue reading
