America, A Problem to Puzzle Through

On second thought, I do have something more to say. Because there is a need for a record, a kind of accounting of all these becomings, unfolding into newer versions of Maria, reconciling parts of old me with new me. I have captured numerous of my changes in private journals and notes for future publications….

When the Rubber Meets the Road

There comes a time in every writer’s life when she must clear her dedicated writing time of all superfluous, distracting things and of all the people, no matter how much she loves them. And when that time comes, especially for the uninitiated, she shall surely resist, not unlike the ways in which I, myself recoiled….

The Not Easy Shit

Just so we’re clear, this shit ain’t easy. And when I say this shit, I mean writing along the  eclectic levels on which I express. I’m like an amoeba, shrinking, expanding, morphing— showing up in different shapes from moment to moment and one day to the next. I’m not doing it on purpose …. not…

When I Win, You Win

By the time I realized where this blog was taking me, it was too late to turn back. I don’t say that as an admission of regret, rather I say it to record the truth. Because the truth also is, if I could have seen the future of my unfolding here, the unpacking of my…