Poetry and Place

Can you forgive the girl you were
and the woman you became?

A Letter to My Future Child

I don’t have much advice for you yet, but as a mixed kid myself I can tell you this: you are not made for simple palates.

Step By Step

I’ve been assigning my summer students writing and occasionally writing models for them to look at. Here’s one from this assignment. “I don’t know if I can run another step,” I thought to myself as I hobbled down San Vincente Boulevard. The sun was blazing down on me as I stayed as close to the … Continue reading Step By Step

I Am What I Am

I am running towards an always-moving finish line, my heart like the 20th mile of a marathon, tired but still moving.

The People Who Danced

The storm of Latinidad hits all in one night. We make enchiladas (from Costco, sure. I’m tired and haven’t made them from scratch in years) and the episode of House Hunters International on TV is about a Mexican-American family deciding to move to Puerto Vallarta to reconnect with their roots. We watch and dream of moving … Continue reading The People Who Danced

Today, I am Mourning.

Sitting on my couch in the apartment I have not left in days, I bury my face in my hands and cry. Today, I am mourning. I am mourning the students I did not get to see yesterday, the joyful laugher that did not escape our mouths together. I am mourning the plane I did … Continue reading Today, I am Mourning.

The Clearing

I stepped into a clearing with only birdsong and pine-needle-whispers as company, and asked myself, “How could I share this?” Would the tall, straight lines of a letter “T” conjure the proud lines of the shedding trees, here for years, watching over you now when you enter? What could I write down to help you … Continue reading The Clearing

v: hips

My hips are a drum rhythm that I have never known how to handle.

iv: The Tattoo

I had never, ever thought about getting a tattoo in my whole life. But, my whole world had shifted, and I needed to do something drastic.

Out of the Cave

She sobs out the word as she looks at the crack of light in the Cave. “Mama?”

The Rhythm of the Heavens

Africa did not ask me if I was worthy; it simply asked that I exist in kinship with it.

Down the Rabbit Hole

My panic is not always the out-of-my-control physical reaction I often write it as.

The Seeker of Stories

Having others frequently question my identity forced me to dig deep to actually figure out who I am and what my cultures mean to me.


I am 31, standing in the bathroom at the school I teach in, trying to be okay with how I look. 

Lifting the Veil

Panic can just be the sometimes-storm-cloud in my forecast, and I don’t have to wait for it to pass alone anymore.

Maybe One Day

He slipped silently out of my life, but I will not afford him that luxury. I will not go voiceless. If he remembers me and looks for me, my face is there, my smile ringing like a bell that will not be smothered.

HURT: Pacing the 2018 HURT 100

Running is where we come we come back to our most human, the purest versions of ourselves, without all the things we try to put between us as others.

Sleep, Now.

I once had someone jokingly ask if I was a vampire. “How many hours of sleep do you normally get a night?” The question comes from everywhere– doctors, coworkers, my parents. “Eight” is always the preferred response, most people respond that they six to seven, with a sad sigh and a wave of the hand, … Continue reading Sleep, Now.

Like Water

I am, now, so grateful for the sadness I felt.

Gratitude, Grace, Joy

There was grace in knowing that the work will keep moving us forward, even when we doubt it’s potential.


This is not a triumphant story.

Under the Big Sky

I think I am happiest when I am loping through the mountains of the American West.

Thank God for the Stoplight

It’s important to seek out the pauses where the universe forces us to stop, let ourselves recover, and appreciate the moment we are in.

The King’s Speech

“Today, I will talk about gaslighting,” the boy started his speech. I smiled, proud of him for choosing such an interesting topic. As he continued, though, the parts of his speech meant to be dry facts, hit all the soft, wounded places I am trying to let recover and heal. “Gaslighting is a form of … Continue reading The King’s Speech

The Prayer

When the unthinkable happens and we are without words that could console or heal. When the tragedy is too senseless, the wells of our sorrow without any seeming end to its depths. When there are no answers– only questions, anger, the curled fist, hurling at the sky, Why Why Why a gaping, sorrowed wail echoing … Continue reading The Prayer


Fuzzy-fingered, she pulls up old messages— an archeologist searching for some kind of hidden meaning or a code she could not break. Maybe now— when the dust has settled and the light is better— she will be able to understand what happened. Instead, flips through the old notes, trying to figure where the bones of … Continue reading Bones

Find the Body Home

I wrote but didn’t publish poems the past few days. Stop. Breathe. You have time. You don’t need to put everything down all at once. You don’t need to live everything all at once. Find quiet pleasure in the feeling of your breath swelling then ebbing out of your chest, knowing you have your body … Continue reading Find the Body Home

At The Cathedral

‘God’s kaleidoscope,’ you marvel.

The Last, Best Thing

When the last, best thing spills forth from your lips, what will be the story you tell?

Parallel Lives

Is remembering a pilgrimage, a gauntlet, a way to ensure you will never, ever find yourself in this place again?

Charting Courses

My body is unable to rest with the term “smooth sailing” anymore.

The Magician

She has been practicing her sleight of hand for years now.

And In Each Other: Rejoice!

Ultimately, what staves off fear and helplessness is connecting with and loving each other, even when it feels impossible.

Running Towards Hope

Each step was a silent prayer of gratitude and hope, a testament to my faith that things would get better.

So, This Is Love

If love is the measure of our devotion and investment in something, then I have been having an intense love affair for the past few months.

On The Other Side

I have spent a lifetime cleaning up messes only to become the mess myself.

The Home I Built Myself

Let’s be real: I’ve been all over the place these past few months.

Today is my birthday.

I trust so deeply in the idea that the more loving a life I lead, the more love will come to me

Asking the Moon to Cease and Desist

I was reminded that I wrote this 5 years ago. To date, it might be one of my favorite pieces of poetry I’ve ever written.

I’m turning 30 on Friday, and I know I should sit down and reflect, but I really don’t know if I’ll have time. If anything, I listen to this and smile at the girl I once was. I no longer talk to the subject of this poem, but it is such a nice time capsule of who I was. And I am joyful that while I’m wiser and more self-sufficient, I am still as unfettered and loving as I was then.

The Day I Learned to Swim

This time, I am trying to be brave. I stepped out of the ship I built and decided I needed to learn how to swim.

A Happy Girl

Yesterday, during some downtime on set, I called my abuela. She has a surgery coming up, and I wanted to check in and say hello. After a few rings, I heard her pick up. She has a cell phone now, and so I was greeted with an immediate, “Mamacita!” one of the many nicknames she … Continue reading A Happy Girl

First Neighborhood Meeting

Today was my first NB meeting and… I really dug it. Definitely a lot of issues to consider re: board efficiency, community involvement, and getting work, but I had a blast. I’m going to do quick summaries of cool community services I hear about via Instagram Story. If you want more details, you can always … Continue reading First Neighborhood Meeting

From Education Week: Honesty In The Fight: What ‘Game of Thrones’ Teaches Us About Education Discussions

I’ve been thinking a lot about trust, honesty, and transparency lately. Here’s something I put together for EdWeek.   There are always three ways to handle a difficult conversation: you can skirt around the issue; hoping someone understands your meaning; you can simply run from it; or you can stand up, look the problem in … Continue reading From Education Week: Honesty In The Fight: What ‘Game of Thrones’ Teaches Us About Education Discussions

An Ode to the Last Best Place

There’s a love not necessarily for a culture, but rather for the very land itself. For the actual soil on which we move on each day, for each pine tree blanketing the mountain.

At Hellgate Canyon

Smile at the violence used to create the unexplored gaping canyons of yourself.

The Stories I Weave Myself

As much as I love stories, as much as I’ve been focusing my life on storytelling, I see now that sometimes my own stories hold me hostage.

Finding My Way Home

Recently, I’ve found myself running again. Certainly not as often as I used to, and without the data to analyze (my Garmin band broke in JanuaryWhat’s Next: Teacher, Writer, …? and I’ve yet to replace it), but I’m still running anywhere from 3-6 miles 4 times a week. It’s funny, as much as I start … Continue reading Finding My Way Home

Ashes: On Lent and Choice

Lent is the opportunity to actively step back and re-evaluate what you actually need, what you can let go of, and what you can do to enrich your life.

And Where Are You Now?

Well, 2017, we’re certainly in the full swing if you, aren’t we? It’s been more than a month since I’ve written. That’s the longest hiatus I’ve gone on since I started this thing a few years ago. Recently, someone (hi, Jenae!) asked me what my writing goals were when I began this blog. Honestly– I … Continue reading And Where Are You Now?

We All Have a Problem With Race. Let’s Talk About It.

After a very divisive election, it seems that the maelstrom of online debates has only grown more violent on our social media feeds. From subtweets to twenty-plus long comment threads on Facebook, we are a clearly a nation devoted to righteously tapping our thumbs and clacking our keys. Obviously, I’m not necessarily against that– I’m … Continue reading We All Have a Problem With Race. Let’s Talk About It.

The Audience

I slam my hands against the screen, desperately trying to get her to hear me. I am writing her stories, telling her that I understand, that it’s okay, that it won’t be this way forever.

Fleeting Peace

I am sitting laying curled up in bed, trying to overcome a massive food coma. It has been nearly a month since I’ve written. I don’t know what to tell you, except that I’ve just been… tired. Don’t get me wrong, I still write over at EdWeek, which has much of my focus. Still, I … Continue reading Fleeting Peace

Redefining Measurements

Recently, I  asked my students to write about something that had recently begun or ended in their life. Their ears perked up immediately, and I have to say the prompt got me thinking too.  What  had I given up in my life recently? What have I learned to let go of, in order to make space … Continue reading Redefining Measurements

Being a Woman in Trump’s America

To be a woman in “Trump’s America,” is actually realizing that a culture that has commodified your body now has a megaphone headed towards the throne.

Everything Ends: Bold Moves at 29

Once you surrender to the fact that you cannot control the outcome, you are free to relish what you have now.

The (Un)Value of Loyalty

I am a firm believer that the way you show love and care is being honest and willing to critically analyze things.

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

I am still trying to write a thing. I don’t know how it’s going. Here’s the thing: I like telling stories. That doesn’t make me special. I’m a sometimes-writer and full-time English teacher. I have spent years fitting events into narrative structures: dynamic characters, dramatic tension, nuanced relationships wind through conflict and still end with a … Continue reading The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Beasts and Badasses

This week, Teaching Tolerance featured something I wrote about the words we use for women: For nearly a decade, I had sought approval under different names, ones much less badass than “beast.” I reveled in being called “cute,” “small” or “too pretty” to do something. When that same coach had, earlier that month, described me as … Continue reading Beasts and Badasses

Lay Down Your Sword

The problem is that if you keep splitting yourself into only the pieces you deem “lovable” or “acceptable” you will soon find that there is nothing left at all.

Running Back To Myself

Sometimes running is hard. It’s bloody. It can make you cry. But there is value in getting back up when we fall.

Intersecting Stories

The two stories seem juxtaposing, but they are not parallel universes.They force me to walk a knife’s-edge worth of stable ground amidst two worlds that, if I am not careful, could swallow me whole.


I keep meaning to sit down and write. I have ideas. I swear! It’s just been kind of a crazy time. We get kids in a few weeks, and I’m excited to hunker down and get to work. In the meantime, I’ve been admittedly writing poetry and fiction. Here’s a short excerpt from two poems, … Continue reading Poetical


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