…for saying that bombs are falling in El Paso and then trying to cover up your ignorance by claiming you were just referring to what’s going to happen in the future. I hope El Pasoans show you the boot at election time.
What does it mean to have a home? Is it a place or the people in a place that make something “home”? I happen to think it’s both. Our attachment begins to the people in a place, but every place’s unique history produces a particular emotional and cultural aura.
For years, I’ve considered El Paso home. What I love about El Paso: my family, my two best friends and their families, my husband’s family, the gang at Cinco Puntos Press, the latino culture, the interesting and complex history of the Border region that is like no place else in the United States, the immigrant sensibility of “work hard and don’t blame anybody but yourself if you don’t succeed,” the Mexican food (!), J-Town, the mixture of Spanish and English, and the glorioius desert landscape of mountain and plain.
Lately, the idea of El Paso as “home” has been changing to “El Paso is my hometown.” Read More
Lately, I’ve been longing for a mentor, the kind of kick-ass mentor that doesn’t exist in real life: somebody that I talk to a few times a month, who can guide me not only through the various genres in which I write (nonfiction, y.a. fiction, the occasional bad poem) but also has the knowledge and wherewithal to help me navigate the business of writing, that is, meeting the appropriate contacts, how to get publicity, where to submit, etc.
When I was in Chicago this past week for the annual AWP conference, a fellow writer asked me, “Who do you read?” Read More