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Manzanar

Hello, do you have a bucket list?  I used to think they were silly.  Then I tried making one, and it was fun to dream.  For a long time, going to Manzanar with Ming was on my bucket list. big map We were in Beatty on a brief getaway, resting elsewhere.  It was our last… Read More »

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green things

Hello, can I show you some green things?  I thought quanyin looked extra pretty surrounded by blooming beans.  These are the little kind of favas. The beans came from a farmers market at my homeland years ago.  Ming thought the package was no longer ok, so he tossed the beans into the garden, like a… Read More »

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New Mexico

Hello, readers.  I’ve been learning about New Spain as occurred in New Mexico.  It’s really uncomfortable because it’s rearranging a lot in my head.  Things I fully believed are not true.  Sometimes learning hurts. Ming sent me this link about Santa Fe de Neuvo Mexico. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Fe_de_Nuevo_M%C3%A9xico It hurts because it relates to my personal mythology… Read More »

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self-forgiveness ritual

Hey, I did a self-forgiveness ritual for Thanksgiving.  I don’t see relatives anymore, and we had a special feast with the Las Vegas Catholic Worker a few days early.  So we’re free to make holidays special however we want. I wrote this self-forgiveness ritual last year, but I don’t think I ever performed it.  So… Read More »

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roasting chiles

When Ming and I were at winco recently, I saw some pretty chiles, so we bought two, and I roasted them.  Roasting chiles is the best smell in the world.  I wish I could give you that smell, reader.  Instead I can give you pictures. Smells like home, good times with my mom.  The smell… Read More »

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ancestors

Ancestors don’t have to be blood ancestors or family ancestors.  This idea is super important to me.  When I’m passing by an institution, and I know people in there are disabled like me, those people are my ancestors.  Well, they are still alive. But everyone in the whole world, back through time, who was called… Read More »

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fears of our ancestors

“Are the fears of our ancestors supposed to become our fears?” I asked. “Uh…” Ming said. “My mom was afraid of bridges.  She was also claustrophobic,” I said. I’d just asked Ming to take a picture of the varicose veins on the back of my right leg.  He took the pic and showed it to… Read More »

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my peeps were bombed and all I got was this stupid blog post

Hey, guess what. My peeps who were bombed over in New Mexico–it’s disturbing. It’s not my past, but it affects me a lot. My mom’s mom dying at age 52 of lymphoma was not a chance thing. The government hurt a lot of people, said oops, and fled. Here’s some info about it. https://www.trinitydownwinders.com/ It’s… Read More »

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don’t touch me wrong

Hey, guess what today is. You have three guesses. Nope, not egg day. Not Thanksgiving, though every day is good for thanksgiving. No, not International Popsicle Day, probably. I didn’t look that up. Today is the anniversary of the first nuclear bomb test, Trinity Day. In the desert, where my peeps are from, in New… Read More »