The Man You Love Cooking For You

When One Of Us Dies Of Cancer, Loses Her Mind, Or Commits Suicide, We Must Not Blame Her For Her Inability To Survive An Ongoing Political Mechanism Bent On The Destruction Of That Human Being. Sanity Remains Defined Simply By The Ability To Cope With Insane Conditions.

Hispanic Gives Us All One Ultimate Paternal Cultural Progenitor: Spain. The Diverse Cultures Already On The American Shores When The Europeans Arrived, As Well As Those Introduced Because Of The African Slave Trade, Are Completely Obliterated By The Term. Hispanic Is Nothing More Than A Concession Made By The U. S. Legislature When They Saw They Couldn't Get Rid Of Us. If We Won't Go Away, Why Not At Least Europeanize Us, Make Us Presentable Guests At The Dinner Table, Take Away Our Feathers And Rattles And Civilize Us Once And For All.

Mexico. Melancholy, Profoundly Right And Wrong, It Embraces As It Strangulates.

Whatever It Is That People Find That They Want To Work On They Also Have To Remember That They Are Human Beings And They Need To Save Some Time For Themselves For Personal Growth, For Mental Health, For Their Families, Their Loved Ones So That They Will Have The Strength To Continue Doing That Work.

We Live In A Polarized World Of Contrived Dualisms, Dichotomies And Paradoxes: Light Vs. Dark And Good Vs. Evil. We As Mexic Amerindians/mestizas Are The Dark. We Are The Evilor At Least, The Questionable.