The popularity of Día de los Muertos seems to grow with each passing year. I have only a faint recollection of the day from childhood, perhaps of a few brown folks in my neighborhood celebrating it or maybe a passing mention of the day at church. My family is American as they come, and my dad always thought it was a silly and morbid Mexican custom that we had no use for. But now it seems that everyone has jumped on the bandwagon, whether or not faith or an actual reverence for the muertos exists. Continue reading
It’s time to get this bloggy ball rolling again.
And what an auspicious time, too. Mercury is in retrograde, and I just went through the longest breakup known to humankind. Let’s just say it took an embarrassingly long time to detach, to realize that though we loved each other, some shit was just never gonna work. I needed a partner who would support and encourage my professional and creative ambitions. He didn’t have it in him to be that person. It’s 2013, and amazingly, it still stings to know that my having both a vagina and great expectations for myself still makes dudes run for the hills.
I’m not sure what this space will be this time around. I have a tendency to blog in fits and starts, which only got worse when I was in grad school for creative writing and agonizing over every word in my offline work. Perhaps I’ll write about writing, about photography, about travel, about pressing reset and marching on, forging ahead. I know that some kind of focus will make this a whole lot more worthwhile, but eh, I’ll find my way.
I always do.