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A collection of eight line poems, each one written for a prompt. Cover image: pixabay.com. Read More

Essay / Memoir

June 15, 2021

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I watch as the sun begins to rise. The morning begins its ritual once again, and I watch the swaying branches of the old mesquite tree outside my window -- bobbing and wobbling with the wind, as if stretching its branches and waking from its sleep. Read More

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Like you, I am a writer. Not one of fame or renown, or even distinction. I express myself openly, with candor, bluntness, and an outspokenness that some may find refreshing, while others may find disturbing or upsetting, too liberal, or too empathic to certain causes or views. Read More
As a young boy of 15, living in a valley bordering Mexico, I was coming of age. I was adventurous and curious, like most other boys by age back then. It was the era of rock and roll, Friday night football, and cruising down main street with your buddies. Read More

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The old woman was a hard worker, and despite communication problems, we bacame friends. Read More
The final project for my creative writing class was to write a short story about myself. hope you enjoy it. Read More

Writing Contest / Memoir

June 13, 2021

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contemplating life and home Read More

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I look across the Rio Grande and see a different world. I see a bleak and uninviting horizon beyond the water’s edge. So close, and yet so far. Like a brilliant star that I can almost reach up and touch, yet a million miles or years away. The horizon illusory.… Read More

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When I was a kid in high school, I attempted to write several unassigned original compositions which I gave to my English teacher to read. I loved to write, even back then. They were made-up stories of places and people and situations I had just imagined in my mind. I… Read More

Short Story / Memoir

June 12, 2021

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We were little brown children once. It was summertime, and we played and we laughed, and we cried and we hurt, like any normal child would. We made up games when we worked in the fields, just to keep our childhood alive some days, especially when the sun bore down… Read More

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When I think of children, I think of all things joyous, blissful and frivolous. I think of birthday cake, tooth fairies, Santa Clause and the Easter Bunnies. I think of make believe lands and far way places with enchanted castles and magical faces. Childhood and children. The allure of captivated… Read More
The years have defined you and explained you. The years have befriended and sustained you. You are the epitome of the passion that burns in every heart and every soul, but seldom glows as bright or with such intensity Read More

Essay / Memoir

June 11, 2021

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My thoughts deceive me. They expose me, and they reveal me. It is the world within me that was my sanctuary, but no more. I have betrayed the being that exists inside of me, thrashing and thriving through my mind and soul, devouring my every thought and my every memory.… Read More

Short Story / Memoir

June 11, 2021

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In the twilight of my life, I had envisioned a life of leisure and carefree existence in the Valley where I was brought up and where I learned about life, friendships, love and even death. A retirement in the place that nurtured my mind, my heart and my soul. Read More

Essay / Memoir

June 11, 2021

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I used to hear the sound of freedom permeate the atmosphere around me, like the natural winds before a summer’s rain. Refreshing, invigorating. comforting and reassuring. Read More

Article / Memoir

June 11, 2021

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Living in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas has not isolated or segregated us from witnessing the disintegrating bedrock of our politics, our constitution and our morality. Read More

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One thing I learned very early in my childhood while growing up in the 1950s in rural Texas was empathy – understanding, compassion, sympathy sensitivity. It came naturally just by seeing how my parents lived their lives. It was that special inborne ability to feel in oneself, the feelings of… Read More

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The first time the boys were out in the bush on their own. Read More

Article / Memoir

June 10, 2021

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Remember when history was taught in school and children learned the facts that changed the world, and learned about the ideals and principles that united our Republic? Remember when the Nation waited in awe, respect and admiration as our President spoke to the Nation, and we sat in silence and… Read More

Essay / Memoir

June 10, 2021

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Many of us of Mexican heritage tend to want to forget, and to ignore, the times before today. Some of us are even ashamed to remember or speak of those bygone days. But to do so would be to disremember who we were, and what brought us to today. Read More

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Growing up in the Rio Grande Valley in the 1950 and early 1960s as a Hispanic had its challenges, even as a kid, but especially for parents. Money was tight. Jobs scarce. And brown-skinned people like me were not necessarily fully accepted or appreciated. Read More

Essay / Memoir

June 08, 2021

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Several years ago, I wrote an essay entitled “Growing Up Brown.” It was my recollection of growing up in a divided America, and in a time filled with bigotry, hate and discrimination. Read More

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The Rio Grande Valley (Texas), like most areas in the country, is made up of small towns and communities. And each has a story and a history. Many smaller communities have a history that refuses to evolve or change over time to accommodate the progress and diversity that has overtaken… Read More

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Years of brooding anticipation now greeted with awkward acceptance of the finality of my presence in a dream begun before I ever came to be. How I hunger to understand the reason why. How I long to see beyond the days that lay ahead, long after I am gone. It… Read More

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Are we at our twilight of the age of idiocy? . . . . America has evolved and progressed through many ages in our history. Each generation an inspiration to the next. Each period in our celebrated saga marked in some fashion by extraordinary accomplishments and by the eloquence of… Read More
Many of my generation may remember Jack Nicholson’s 1975 film, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Read More

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I was widowed and working in rural Pennsylvania, when the chance came to land a dream job in a dream city. But did I have a shot? Read More

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Why would anyone want or keep a friend that puts boundaries on what you can and cannot say? Why would a friend even think of doing that? Read More

Article / Memoir

June 03, 2021

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Last Mother’s Day, I paid homage in my Mother’s Day remembrance to six women who epitomized in every way, motherhood, with all its joys, tears, trials and tribulations. They were six sisters, raised and nurtured by dreamers who lived the simple life, but shared the greatest gift of all with… Read More
In my many years of searching and roaming, as we all do, I found one thing to be true. Our thoughts and words can inspire confidence, understanding and acceptance in others. Read More

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It is nice to believe that time heals all wounds, especially at times of grief, loss or disappointment. However, at the very moment of experiencing grief, loss or disappointment, those comforting words may be heard as sounding almost callous and insensitive, whether or not the intent is there. Because at… Read More

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A story of meeting and adopting my new pets and to bring light to the fact that greyhounds make good pets Read More

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I hear the sound of discontent as I see the crumbling and collapsing structures of our greatness tumble into the dustbin of history and into oblivion. I hear the muted voices of reason and of credence drowned by the repulsive cult-like chants of treachery and betrayal. And I see the… Read More

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My mom is my best friend. Read More

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Do you remember memorizing the poem Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star when you were a child? I do. That’s been around for a long, long time. In fact, it was written by Jane Taylor, an English poet in 1866. For those kids brought up with the Disney experience, there’s Pinocchio of… Read More
The end of a friendship, politics end another one. Read More

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Book / Memoir

June 02, 2021

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All of my short stories will be combined to make my book of surviving it all. I can’t wait for it to come together here. The purpose is to explain, maybe inspire. Not for pity, I promise. Read More

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The first time I was raped, but learned the importance of being yourself. Read More