world Black Enough to Matter: To All My Mixed Soul Siblings. To White people, I look Mexican or Black. To Black people, I look Mexican, White or Indian. I’ve been chased by girls chanting the N-word at me. Continue Reading
world Carrying the Bones: Price of My Un-Belonging Is Death. She carried me, bones and flesh, as best she could with no one left to hold her. She did her best to create the we from the tattered, broken I-ndividualism. Continue Reading