Monday, August 30, 2010
When someone is down, we help them get back up. That is the balance of friendship and relationships. That balance becomes much more detailed and intricate over time as life isn't black and white. When I'm down, my friends help me up and for that I am eternally grateful. So much so, that I cannot possibly repay they back the exact value of their time, energy and love.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Tour de DREAMS is a 540 mile bike tour from UC Berkley to UCLA all for the DREAM Act. This is the second year and more riders participated from last years. This ride was not only dedicated to all the DREAM Act students out there, but to Tam Tran and Cinthia Felix who passed away earlier this year. Tam participated in the first tour and her brother Lolly rode in her honor for this tour.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Last night here in Los Angelestitlan, Dream Team Los Angeles and the Orange County Dream Team organized a DREAM Act Town Hall discussion. And it was off the hook son, I tell ya what. You could cut the tension with a knife I tell ya. There were a few, "Ohh no you didn't just say what I think you just said?" and "ohhh snap" moments. There were also a few, "you're not my momma, you can't tell me what to do" moments that raised the temperature in the room, but all in the spirit of creating dialogue and discussion not only among ourselves within the DREAM Act movement, but within the community and individuals fighting the same fight on different levels.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
I was between four and six years old when this happened. For some reason, this is one of those memories that's etched into my psyche. Why and how don't exist here because it's simple cause and affect. I took money that wasn't mine and I got the shit beat out of me for it. This happened in Mexico when we were living in the D.F. in some apartment complex and at the time, my aunt and my cousins were staying with us at the time, waiting to cross to the U.S.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Monday, August 02, 2010
Some time last year I remember writing about my experience picking raspberries for a day in a farm/field in the mid-west. At the time, that's what my family was doing to make a living, so I joined them for a day because work is easier when you do it as a family. Well, my mom and sister left L.A. yesterday to go back to that farm/field to pick raspberries again for the summer. My mom hasn't worked much since she was arrested for being a tamal vendor, so she helps my father with his business endeavor.