Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Los Warriors

My mom and me drove along the 210 early this morning. On the open road I was pushing 90 and we were singing loudly to her Janice Joplin cd.

I mentioned all that was missing for our road trip was cheeto's and coke. She laughed and said we would then arrive with orange fingers! So I suggested we could make that the airport trip treat. When I was growing up a road trip with her included, Janice, coke and cheeto's.

We took the Mountain exit and waved to my padrino as we passed him. Stopped for flowers and wrapping paper before picking up my madrina.

Back on the road we listened to Sinatra and noticed the formerly charred hillside was in full bloom. My madrina commented on how the naturaleza renewed itself.

We drove through the canyon and were greeted at the door. The view from my tios house was further than the eye could take in. My younger cousin showed me an old vhs he had of a christmas in the Buena Vista that took place before he was born.

I told him all about our bisabuelita and how anytime you woke up in her home the kitchen was alive and warm, full of food that she had started preparing for us while we were still sleeping.

The comida was finally ready and the handmade gorditas, nopales, cauliflower, beans, papitas, fruta, queso and tofu made for a loving feast. My tio brought out his books on Aguascalientes, then the tequila. I drank more coffee and read the latest Hola revista. They continued to tell jokes and laugh.

It was a Sunday like no other. We talked about the weeks ahead and counted on their strength. My dad said it best, we have had a beautiful life.

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