Hello, reader. How are you doing? I heard an amazing lecture about food and culture. The lecture was given just recently by my new hero Mele Martinez. It’s about food in Tucson. Mele Martinez is amazing. Tucson Wow, I love Tuscon. It’s in Arizona, and sometimes I wish I could live there. In the winter,… Read More »
“Do you read any kind of scriptures?” my friend in Montana asked. Wow, scriptures. Like the Bible. The Gita? Sutras? I sing a song Ya Devi often which has lyrics from a holy book called the Chandi. “No, not lately,” I said. “But I pray, do ritual, dance, sing. I listen to Mother Earth and… Read More »
The first example of white privilege I learned about was watching my mom serve my dad. Yes, Goldilocks was a story I heard. Go ahead and bear arms, or arm bears, or whatever! But before I could read about Goldilocks or even talk, I watched what happened in my family. mixedness Mixedness is special–I love… Read More »
“Are you mad at that tortilla?” I asked Ming. Then I started laughing. “I never said that sentence before. I get a thrill,” I said. He had moved a box that had a plate on it, with a tortilla. It made a slamming sound, like tortilla anger. Tortillas are the most beautiful, innocent, perfect things… Read More »