tired of AZ racist bull!

So AZ is calling to Tuscon to rid itself of "illegal" mexican american studies. This upsets me, no, this enrages me! Are we still living in the days of the conquest? Where conquerors burned all historical documents of the native indigenous people, and erased their history by burning text books and stories of their past. Are we not a conquered people already? I personally feel like these racist, ignorant "don't let the immigrants legal 'cause they'll take our jobs and use up all our financial aid!" people are trying to conquer me and the Mexican-American generations who follow. To say that MY history is ILLEGAL is to say that I AM ILLEGAL, and last time I checked I was born right here on the land that used to be MX. History doesn't repeat itself, it is the American people who allow this kind of fear-based rhetoric to construe our minds, and control our logic. Until we stand up and say no more, ya basta, as a powerful giant, will they listen. With unity we shall have no fear, united we are powerful. I am not a conquered being, I will study my history before I study any other history! And I object to the teachings of the pubic schools in America, the black and white history they teach our kids. I will teach my children their own history before I teach them any other peoples history. If you do not know where you come from, the struggles of your ancestors, you will have no empowerment, your soul has no purpose. Once you connect yourself with your ancestors, then you begin to envision yourself as a warrior, a strong beautiful powerful being, who cannot and will not be stopped. And that is exactly what they want to take away from us, our power of knowledge, our history, ourselves.

living the dream

what is the american dream?

is it a house with a white picket fence?

driving a mercedes benz?

Or is the new american dream about surviving?

surviving the unemployment, the poverty, the violence?

or is the american dream gone?

is it too late for us?

is our generation doomed to live in squander

and battle for few jobs available?

let me tell you what my american dream is

it's living in peace

not worrying about when you're going to buy a house

or if you have a "good" job

it's about being happy

its about freeing our minds from materialistic thoughts

saying F-you to consumerism

going back to healing the land

and raising our own food and animals

If you think I'm crazy then I think you're crazy too

you who only thinks of money and big fancy cars

you who lets your kids play video games all day

YOU, SOCIETY

my american dream is not "american" it is human

i will not allow YOU to make me feel as if I've accomplished nothing

because I do not have material gains

I have more

I have love

love of my family

love of peace

love of happiness

tell me, when you die

will you have love?

Looking back on Diego's birth day

So my lil one will be one in a few weeks. Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday I was waddling around with my big ass belly. And in a few weeks I will remember when I went into labor and experienced the most beautiful moments of my life, birthing my first born. Now I barely have time for myself, but I don't mind. I had 25 years to myself. Now he's crawling around pulling on my leg, standing up all by himself. It may sound cliche but time does fly! It comes and it goes, allowing you little time to enjoy those precious moments. I'm grateful I've had the chance to be with my boy throughout his first year of life. I have seen it all, or shall I say Diego has seen it all. From trying to potty train him at 5 months to sticking red string on his forehead when he had the hiccups (hey they told me it worked!). This little guy has had to endure all of his mothers crazy antics. But I'm sure if he could speak he'd say he's enjoyed all those times just as much as I have. Except maybe the time I put ribbons and bows on his hair and imagined what my daughter would look like. From experiencing new emotions, to feeling new textures, I've been there. From trying new foods to trying sand at the playground, I've been there. And it only gets better and better.

Nevertheless, my big boy is turning one fast. Before you know it he'll be climbing great heights on mountain tops with his father, asking if I'd eat him if we were deserted and he was my only means of survival, (don't even ask! My husband is a survival freak). So for his beautiful celebration of his first year of life, we will take him to the wilderness and let him enjoy the outdoors, followed by a small blessing. Then we'll come home, open gifts and eat vegan cake=) And I'll end the night by staring at my little angel while he sleeps wondering where the time went, wishing he wouldn't grow anymore, remembering when he would suckle on my breast as a newborn, so gentle and clumsy. And I'll probably cry and get mushy, kiss him goodnight and dream happy dreams with him in my arms. The love a mother has for her child is nothing anything can compare to, its like falling in love over and over again...for the rest of your life.