My room

My room
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf

Monday, August 25, 2014

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What do you do when you're happy? 
I write. 
What do you do when you're sad? 
I write some more. 

In the end, it was I who broke things, I who walked away and refused to stay for the both of us, refused to play along hoping the other would break instead of, finally, for once, admitting it was over.

Until then we tried everything but telling each other the truth. You grew your hair long even though I hated it. Smoked tobacco behind my back only to turn around and kiss me with a mouthful of stale and slick saliva tainted with nicotine and shame.

And then denied it.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Alter Ego: After Dark

I also have a tumblr account I mostly keep to myself. They're just a bunch of pretty pictures, but if you pay attention, they're very reflective of my moods. Look at November. Guess what I was thinking then?

Spanglish Reading List


For those of you who are always asking me for reading suggestions, here's a few of my favorite books about the Latin-American experience:

Dreaming in Cuban/ Soñando En Cubano Cristina Garcia 
In the Time of the Butterflies/ En El Tiempo De La Mariposas Julia Alvarez 
The House on Mango Street/ La Casa En Mango Street Sandra Cisneros 
The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao/ La Breve y Maravillosa Vida de Óscar Wao Junot Diaz 
Drown/ Negocios Junot Diaz