On a Monday you receive devastating news, and you’re immediately surrounded by people who encourage…
Born and raised along the border between El Paso and Cd. Juárez, I was shaped by the borderland’s flow of language, stories, mañas, and chisme. I’m an on-again, off-again writer who pissed Sandra Cisneros off because I don’t write as much as Sandra correctly believes I should. I am forever grateful to my fellow Macondistas who, a pesar de todo, believe in the power of writing. I’ve devoted much of my life to moving the needle forward around domestic and sexual violence; I currently work at CU Denver’s Center on Domestic Violence. I’m finally ready to write about what it was like to tend to my beloved jotería during the early AIDS years. There’s enough distance now; I can look back and see the stories taking shape without the grief knocking the wind out of me.
On a Monday you receive devastating news, and you’re immediately surrounded by people who encourage…