Today I came ready to pick my dad up from the hospital. We wait for someone to make the call for his ‘check out’, it doesn’t come. Under flourescent lights in this room and the doses of morphine in his body, he doesn’t know what day or time it is. Both of us search the room for a way to pass the time. We discover behind the window blinds, a door and a balcony. I push it open and the sunlight bursts in. All of a sudden, it doesn’t matter what day it is. Lo natural he nods at me.
A breeze slow dances in the room. Satisfied, he arranges his a pair of glasses over his nose, back to the Crossword Scratchers game. He starts to sing under his breathe. Quieres escuchar música? I grasp for something to make him feel better, to shake this place up. He looks at me through the top of his glasses, pues siiiii. I ask him what he wants to hear, and he says whatever, and there we go with the back and forth. I figure, I can provide the Spotify, you gotta give me the name of the song your humming. He finally says, Marco Antonio Solis. The music fills the room, springtime day in room B418. And, a victory of 5 dollars with scratchers.
Originally posted on politic365.com
Despite the fact that political winds are blowing away from Arizona-style attrition politics, some officials in that state are determined to keep their tent staked in the ground, by hook or by crook. For those living under the shadow of Maricopa County Sheriff Arpaio, looking at federal immigration reform comes with a specific perspective and particular issues to be resolved. Read more
Few days in. Happy to be here. The situation is one that we are all getting used to. New Year rang with bad news of cancer back and spread, and even worse news from doctors that it was ‘terminal’. Walking my father to the doctor’s office, he is out of breathe after a few feet, we sit, take a break. Then it comes. Read more
On the phone, outside, pacing. Yes, I pace when I talk. And I smoke most times too.
Its early in the morning, raining, 30 some degrees. In my chanclas. And I’m walking in circles like the conversation I’m in, hoping I can remember the call once I hang up. In the back of my mind, a laundry list of things. I’m pacing around on this Seattle street, but in my mind’s eye I’m stepping over and around the heap of things called ‘to-do’ when – SMACK – Read more
Originally published on November 30 by Yes! Magazine
Most of the buses that depart from the downtown Phoenix Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) office toward the border between the United States and Mexico leave broken dreams and separated families in their wake. But this summer a different type of bus departed from that same city to promote a new ending to that story. Read more
Porque ir a la Convención Nacional Democrata y no a la de los Republicanos? Es una pregunta valida con un candidato como Mitt Romney. Read more
With an opponent like Mitt Romney its a valid question why we are heading to the Democratic National Convention. Read more
We are riding a 1972 MCI Challenger bus in our journey across the southwestern and southeastern part of the United States. This bus, who came baptized with the name ‘Priscila’ has been used in organizing tours mostly on climate justice issues. Inside she is more like an RV, with benches, a small kitchen and even bunk beds in the back. Read more