Grandpa and Ghosts

my 7th grade Texas History teacher was an older Hispanic man brown wrinkled skin, glasses, large bag of prescription pills on his desk a light accent punctuating his words as he described the saga of Mexican-Americans in Texas my people were recorded in books and I was happy this class was a haven not justContinue reading “Grandpa and Ghosts”

Reflection on Notebooks

I never like to write on the left side. I can barely read my handwriting. You shouldn’t write in what looks like a journal in a public place, You just end up looking lonely. I forgot my age yesterday, strange, I don’t feel 20. Gotta come up with a way to remember the important things.Continue reading “Reflection on Notebooks”