I Was Just, Like, Not At All

The Language In New Mexico Is Very Different. At First When You Hear The Speech Here, You Don't Really Know What To Do With It, But Then I Just Went With It, Because As A Writer As Well As A Translator I Do Believe That Translated Words Are Not Different Names For The Same Thing. They're Different Names For Different Things. I Tried To Stay As True As I Could, So I Used Ruben Cobos' Dictionary Of Southwestern Spanish, And When I Went Into Spanish I Never Assumed The Word I Would Use Would Be The Word A Nuevomexicano Would Use.

As Time Has Gone On And We're At The End Of The 20th Century And Major Publishing Is A Big Business, Yes, Of Course We're Going To Get A Lot Of Plain, Mediocre Trash. There Are A Lot Of Writers Who Get Huge Advances For Books That Don't Go Anywhere And They Have To Burn Them Somewhere Or Throw Them Away. I Always Think About All The Poor Trees That Have Been Sacrificed.

There Are Things Coming From Me That I Felt I Wanted To Talk About. My Search For My Own Blend Of Spirituality, My Acknowledgement Of My Sexuality, My Being The Single Mother Of A Young Man.

I Feel That It's Very Important For Young People To Have A Sense Of History And Do Research And Don't Re-invent The Wheel And Don't Think That You're The First Martyr To Discover Social Injustice But To Take Advantage Of Previous Generations Of Activists And Find Out What They Did And How They Resolved Things.

Women Are Not Roses Women Have No Beginning Only Continual Flows. Though Rivers Flow Women Are Not Rivers. Women Are Not Roses They Are Not Oceans Or Stars. I Would Like To Tell Her This But I Think She Already Knows.