sandía

Mom made us a home held the sandía while he sliced it again and again. Piece meant to make us think about the differences in how we internally and publicly recognize the value of a mother’s and father’s contributions within a nuclear...

Period Happy & Horror Stories

Many periods ago, I shared my frustration around my inconsistent menstrual cycle and heavy bleeding via social media. I really just wanted to vent and talk openly about periods with other womxn. The outcome of this chismosa initiative was perfect. Being drunk &...

Home Making Rituals

Home making is a form of survival Passed down from those who were always on the move From San Luis Potosi to Guadalajara From Mesquite to Guadalajara From La Cañada to Guadalajara From Guadalajara to the Los Angeles Always on the move Could not afford to not know how...

The Streets My Father Walked

I’ve always been curious about my dad’s hometown – La Cañada de Caracheo in Guanajuato, Mexico. The closest I’ve come is Guanajuato City when I was nine years old during a detour from our family’s periodical trip to Guadalajara, Jalisco....

Beginnings & Ends | Part II

First Christmas Eve back in LA This was the first Christmas Eve we spent in Los Ángeles, California after moving permanently from Guadalajara, Jalisco in México. I was four years old, my brother was eleven and my sisters were in their teens. To be honest, I barely...