april, april
April 30, 2009
if i could make you, my favorite month of the year, last year-round, i would.
mi madre
April 29, 2009
she turns 46 today. here she is in the only childhood picture she owns. twelve years old, with no idea of all that lie ahead. five years later i would be born and war would erupt across el salvador. friends would disappear. my grandfather would be killed. my father exiled. she would flee to the u.s. by herself and sacrifice everything — cleaning houses, assembling airplane parts, ironing clothes — to become what she is today: my best friend, my hero, my mentor, my counselor, my greatest blessing. happy birthday, mama.
apparently
April 28, 2009
i was quite the man eater in second grade. i cleaned out my old closet at my parent’s house yesterday and stumbled into this little jewel.
a splash of color
April 27, 2009
for color’s sake.
this weekend
April 26, 2009
1. i read 150 love letters
2. watched teenagers create music to combat hate
3. savored a two-hour nap
4. stepped on the scale and gasped
5. rescued a baby just as his dad was about to run him over with a stroller
6. memorized the lyrics to bebe’s “te hecho de menos”
7. contemplated things, wild things, that were it not for fear or doubt, i would dive into this very minute
8. heard one of my favorite writers speak and discovered a new one
9. dreamed of a vacation to oaxaca and cuba
10. read three chapters in three dalai lama books
11. bought $10 worth of chinese party poppers for emely bear
12. longed for my long hair
13. wished my craziest tia a happy 43rd birthday
14. hosted ofelia, my first out-of-town guest
15. rooted for the salvadoran remaining on american idol
16. promised to take better care of my body
oh yes
April 25, 2009
i want a boy who writes me letters. not texts, not e-mails, not instant messages or facebook comments, but letters — hand wrapped around the pen, pen pressed firmly on the paper.
up above
April 24, 2009
un pajarito.
dear ira glass
April 23, 2009
lys, tracie, marie, elena and i went to see your radio show tonight in alhambra and i thought you should know that four out of five of us girls have decided we love you and we want to have your babies. (really, three out of five, since elena says she’ll settle for a night on the town with you.) but lys, tracie and i. we’re talking babies: nerdy little ira glass babies with beautiful journalistic minds and big thick glasses.
self-profile # 6
April 22, 2009
portland, oregon. burnside bridge. sundown. is it just me or does it look like i’m wearing mc hammer pants?
a toast
April 21, 2009
to my mojo. because it was lost, but it is back and i feel 10 feet tall. to celebrate, a few mojolicous lyrics:
if there was a better way to go then it would find me
i can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me
be kind to me, or treat me mean
i’ll make the most of it, i’m an extraordinary machine
- fiona apple
disclaimer: someone just kindly pointed out that wikipedia, interestingly enough, defines mojo as sexual potency. i think we can all be assured this is not that kind of a mojo come-back.
