|The Road I Ride Bleeds my first chapbook.|
My first children's poetry book from Writing Workshops
Editor for Writers in the Schools Program
sponsored by Colorado Humanities Creative Industries Publishing.
|My favorite mode of transportation in my youth: an Indian.|
Thirteen going on Thirty the 70's
|My first book of Poetry.|
Mi abuelita, Phoebe Mondragon at 60.
This is what I'd look like if I lived in her era;
a purse and a Bible in my lap. She was a holy roller.
She played the accordion for the Pentecostal Holiness Church.
I've written volumes about everything, journals, poetry, short stories, children's plays, Chicana teatro, mysteries, essays, reviews, ideas, notes, letters, and ramblings. Each time I write, I learn something new about my style, voice, attitude, memories, loves, passions, fears, jealousy, despicable memories, joyous memories, binges of memories, loss of memories, dates, places, people, I've written essays on Shakespeare and Sherman Alexie, Sandra Cisneros and Walt Whitman. I've written all of my life and didn't call myself a writer until my first poetry book was published, Crazy Chicana in Catholic City. That book saved my life. I've saved my soul several times.
Today I'm sixty years old and losing my mind and my memory. Both at the same time. But I have no complaints. I'm happier than I've ever been. I have a husband who loves me and makes me laugh when he sings and dances. He is fearless. He is a warrior. He is a feminist.
My son, turned forty-five. I'm sixty. Do the math. It's a miracle, a miraculous conception of a naïve teenager with beautiful hair and eyes. My beauty was a curse. My loveliness a sorrow. I became a teenager in the seventies. I became a mother during the feminist movement and so my son is also a feminist. And he didn't know what the definition was until today when I asked if he knew the meaning of the word, feminist, feminism...femme fatale. And he answered honestly, no. So I schooled him. I told him his grandfather, my father, was a feminist. My husband is also a feminist. And that he is a feminist. He just nodded his head and smiled.
I have no reason to be unhappy, but sometimes I miss my sisters, parents, abuelitos, tiós, madrinas, teachers, friends, ancestors. I write because if I don't tell my story, who will. Y, que? I've had such great teachers, mentors, writer colleagues, writing workshops; I want to share what I've learned with you.
2017 Las Cruces, N.M.
Writing Workshop on Sacred Memories with Denise Chavez
two of my soul sisters, Judy and Tracy
celebrating my 60th in my Chicana Garden.
Two more soul sisters:
Maria and Aimee partying in the backyard
eating moose burgers. July 2017
My second book of poetry.