Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Shut Up, This Is Serious

By Carolina Ixta 

 

Publisher: Quill Tree Books 

Language: English

Hardcover: 368 pages

ISBN-10: 0063287862

ISBN-13: 978-0063287860

Reading age: 14 - 17 years

Grade level: 9 and up

 

 

An unforgettable YA debut about two Latina teens growing up in East Oakland as they discover that the world is brimming with messy complexities, perfect for fans of Elizabeth Acevedo and Erika L. Sánchez.

 

Belén Dolores Itzel del Toro wants the normal stuff: to experience love or maybe have a boyfriend or at least just lose her virginity. But nothing is normal in East Oakland. Her father left her family. She’s at risk of not graduating. And Leti, her super-Catholic, nerdy-ass best friend, is pregnant—by the boyfriend she hasn’t told her parents about, because he’s Black, and her parents are racist.

 

Things are hella complicated.

 

Weighed by a depression she can’t seem to shake, Belén helps Leti, hangs out with an older guy, and cuts a lot of class. She soon realizes, though, that distractions are only temporary. Leti is becoming a mother. Classmates are getting ready for college. But what about Belén? What future is there for girls like her?

 

From debut author Carolina Ixta comes a fierce, intimate examination of friendship, chosen family, and the generational cycles we must break to become our truest selves.

 

 

Review


WINNER OF THE PURA BELPRÉ YA AUTHOR AWARD

 

*  A Morris Award Finalist * Parade Best Young Adult Books of All Time * Indie Next List Pick *


"A stunning debut from a powerful new voice." — Kirkus Reviews, starred review

 

"Belén and Leti’s affectionate friendship provides levity to the high-stress situations, and a charismatic supporting cast and sharp dialogue propel this unforgettable debut." — Publishers Weekly, starred review

 

"Ixta’s debut will leave many shedding tears over this emotionally captivating tale about a tough, first-generation Mexican American who does her best to navigate life." — Booklist, starred review

 

"Readers will be inspired by Belén’s path to healing but not before it makes them ugly cry." — SLJ, starred review

 

"The protagonist’s strong narrative voice, the realistic emotional tone, and thematic touchstones will hook fans of Sánchez’s I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter." — Horn Book Magazine

 

 

Carolina Ixta is a writer from Oakland, California. A daughter of Mexican immigrants, she received her BA in creative writing and Spanish language and literature at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and obtained her master’s degree in education at the University of California, Berkeley. She is currently an elementary school teacher whose pedagogy centers critical race theory at the primary education level. Shut Up, This Is Serious is her debut novel.






Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Review: Regalos. Gluten-free Caldo de Pescado. Eaton Fire Survivor

Guest Reviewer M. Miranda: Regalos by Elisa A. Garza. Lamar University Press, 2024. ISBN-13: 9781962148160

A Poetic Exploration of Family, Feminism, and Cultural Expectations

M. Miranda


Elisa A. Garza is a poet, editor, and former writing and literature teacher. Regalos was a finalist for the National Poetry Series and her most recent chapbook, Between the Light / entre la claridad, is in its second edition from Mouthfeel Press. Her poems have recently appeared in Southern Humanities Review, Ars Medica, Rogue Agent, and Huizache, who nominated her for a Pushcart Prize.

Regalos by Elisa A. Garza delivers a deftly crafted exploration of family, tradition, and cultural expectations framed within the intimate and layered experiences of a Mexican American family from South Texas. Garza masterfully moves between Spanish and English, creating a bilingual rhythm that reflects the duality of living between two cultures. This interplay of languages adds depth and authenticity to the poems and grounds the reader in the rich cultural heritage that shapes the characters’ lives in these poems. 

Garza writes with precision. Every word in these poems feels purposeful, and each line is rich with controlled emotional depth. I was reminded of Rita Dove’s Thomas and Beulah. Like Dove, Garza’s control of language and lineation elevates the narrative. Regalos is intellectually stimulating, honest, and authentically Chicana. 

In the book's first section, each poem is intended to capture the weight of love, self-sacrifice, and duty framed by a culture where marriage is seen as the highest virtue. The imagery and narrative vividly illustrate the complex ways tradition unites and divides women and highlight their shared experiences. The poems in the first section of the collection, such as “This is How You Cook Rice,” “All Señoritas Get Married,” and “Soy chicana, or Feminism for the First Century,” vividly capture this tension. 

Especially compelling is the narrative arc of the poetic voice—a character who, despite her deep love for family and sense of duty, recognizes the constraints of prescribed roles and seeks a different path. She yearns for love, but dreams of a partner unbound by cultural expectations, and machismo–– “Mi papá me dice que / men are hard to find. / This is his way of telling me / I am taking too long. / Posible, pero I am not looking / por un esposo; I want a partner . . . .”

In sections two and three, Garza explores sensuality and the desire for intimate connection without sacrificing equality and freedom instead obligation. Many of the poems in these sections offer a vision of love that is both tender and radically different than those of other women in her family. The speaker dreams of love–– “Cool sheets, I yearn for warmth, / for a body at my back. / All morning, I dream a man / with an angled face will walk / across this room, his stare / intense as the first long rain / of fall.” In “Mangos,” the poet unabashedly delights in erotic love. This poem underscores her rebellion against the taboo of sexuality. 

Throughout this collection, Garza also highlights the geography of South Texas and the women who worked the land and held familia together. While the reader senses the poetic voice's resistance to replicate her bisaabuelas’, abuelas’, and mother’s upbringing, the poems also skillfully balance affection and gratitude with critique. Their strength and self-determination are a testament to the evolving awareness of the speaker’s identity and drive to break out from traditions that hold her back. 

Regalos is a heartfelt and thought-provoking work that resonates with its themes of family, culture, resistance, and the journey toward dismantling the enduring patterns of patriarchal ideology. It does so without sacrificing the love and respect for the matriarchs who held everything together for the next generation of Chicanas. This collection reimagines what it means to love, respect, and redefine one's role within a Chicana lineage, bridging past and future with both reverence and quiet rebellion.


About La Bloga-Tuesday's Guest Reviewer


M. Miranda is an author, editor, and writer. 

Her books of poetry include The Lost Letters of Mileva, Cracked Spaces, and On the Edge of Dread, How Beautiful (forthcoming from Green Writers Press, 2026). 



 







Thursday, February 13, 2025

Condemned to Repeat the Past

By Daniel Cano                                      

                                                                                      

Appreciating the past, the present, and the future

      Historians say we can't understand the present without knowing the past. The problem is many people don’t want to know the past, or they only want to know enough of it to benefit their thinking. Of course, there are those who could care less, which then gives some credence to George Santayana’s statement, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

     I am assuming Santayana meant to remember as much of the past as possible, and why presidents often turn to scholars for advice, which often they ignore. It kind of reminds me of a quote by Eleanore Roosevelt: “There are those who make things happen, those who watch things happen, and those who wonder what has happened.” I find a lot of people in the last category.

     Today, I hear people argue vociferously about politics, and I can tell by the evidence they present to substantiate their positions, they depend on limited sources, mainly their favorite television news stations or online programs. So, inevitably they go round and round. They also fail to adhere to the main tenet of argumentation: if you know you can’t change a person’s mind about a topic, and he or she won’t change yours, don’t argue. You might end up saving a friendship or relationship.

    Then, there are those who want to know as much as possible, to form an educated opinion about a subject, even if it means, gasp, changing their minds. It’s like people arguing about the conflict between the Israelis and the Palestinians and only going as far back as October 6-9. If you don’t understand the history of the Ottoman Empire, Zionism, and European intervention and colonization in the 19th and 20th century Middle East, you can’t understand the position of the Arabs or Jews, or get the most out of the movies >Exodus or Lawrence of Arabia. Some argue, to truly understand the conflict, you need to understand the Bible.

     I asked my grandson if he watched the Super Bowl half-time show, featuring Kendrick Lamar. He said he did, and it was great. I told him I didn’t think the majority of Super Bowl fans had ever heard of Kendrick Lamar. He disagreed. “Do they live under a rock,” he said, more a statement than a question. He said they might not know his music, but they know his name. I told him a lot of people didn’t like the performance. He said, “That’s because they don’t know the lyrics or understand the context.”

     That answer surprised me. It was like he was telling me to best understand the performance, you had to understand or be exposed to the history and culture of rap, hip-hop, the blues, Motown, African Americans in Los Angeles and in the U.S., the 1965 uprising in Watts, and again in 1992, the LAPD, the personal feud going on between Lamar and Drake, and the myriad of cultural and historical references Lamar uses in his lyrics.

     I asked, “Do you know the lyrics?” He replied, “Yup, all of them. That’s why I thought it was a great show.”

     I’m sure he had a limited knowledge of Lamar’s music, and the context, but, it seemed, he had a lot more than I did and that was enough for him to see the performance in the different light. Personally, I like Kendrick Lamar’s music, but like many, I, too, was lost during the performance, but I don’t blame Lamar, I blame my own lack of knowledge and context.

     Even if Chris Stapleton, a giant in country music, had been up there singing, and I enjoyed his show, I wouldn't have the total context since I don’t understand the deep South as I'd like, nor do I have knowledge of rual Kentucky, but I do know Stapleton attended Vanderbilt University to study engineering, which helps me understand the sophistication to his songwriting. Context helps me better understand the work of Kendrick Lamar, a high achieving student at Centennial High in Compton, who earned A grades in poetry, so he understands prosody and lyricism, which led to his being the first rapper awarded a Pulitzer Prize in music.

I also wonder how some audiences fully appreciated Bob Dylan's bio pick, A Complete Unknown, without understanding the enormous influence Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Phil Ochs, Odetta, Dave Van Ronk, and the early labor movement had on folk music. It helps me understand Seeger's passionate plea for Dylan to reconsider going electric at the Newport Folk Festival. For Seeger, it wasn't just about rejecting rock 'n roll music but about respecting and saving a sacred musical tradition, and trying to hold back a materialistic future that, inevitably, turned workers into robots for the almighty buck, everything Guthrie sang to avoid, probably even sacrificing his health, and landing him in that hospital bed where Dylan sang to him early in the movie.

     As a former teacher, an avid reader, and a self-proclaimed lifelong learner, I know context is crucial to understanding any subject. The methods the U.S. has used to address unwanted immigration, for example, go back to the first mass deportation of Mexicans in the 1930s, up to the 1950s Bracero Program through Ronald Reagan and up to the present. I know enough Latin American history to understand much of the problem lay in our history, going back to Roosevelt’s “Good Neighbor,” policy, maybe even even further back to James Monroe’s "Monroe Doctrine" to James Polk's "Manifest Destiny," which opened up the "American" continent to U.S. adventurism, exploration, and exploitation. If it's God's will, the theory goes, it's not only our right but our obligation to take Indian and foreign lands.

     The genocide (a word used by many Latin American historians) of Indians in Central America, especially Guatemala, by U.S. trained, and corporately funded (consider the United Fruit Co.), militias and death squads, from the 1930s to the 1990s, devasted the Indian population, their farms, hamlets, and provinces, opening up their lands to foreign cultivation of bananas, cotton, cattle, and oil. Where do they go after losing everything they owned? They come to the U.S., whose employers welcome them with open arms.

     Yet, when too many come or there is an economic crisis or a politician needs a scapegoat to win an election, undocumented immigrants have always been a convenient target. We demonize them, identify them as the root of the problem, and, address the problem the same old way, generation after generation, deport them, today, bound in chains, but like Santayana tells us, since we don’t remember the past, or worse, choose to ignore it, we are condemned to repeat it, and we welcome the next waves of caravans, hail them “essential workers,” as they toil at the worst jobs and the rest of us safely quarantine, isolate, and lockdown.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Cruzita and the Mariacheros


Written by Ashley Granillo 

 

Publisher: Carolrhoda Books

Language: English

Hardcover: 248 pages

ISBN-10: 876560850J

ISBN-13: 979-8765608500

Reading age: 11 - 14 years

 

 

Cruzita is going to be a pop star. All she has to do is win a singing contest at her favorite theme park and get famous. But she can’t go to the theme park this summer. Instead, she has to help out at her family’s bakery, which has been struggling ever since Tío Chuy died. Cruzita’s great-uncle poured his heart into the bakery―the family legacy―and now that he’s gone, nothing is the same.

 

When Cruzita’s not rolling uneven tortillas or trying to salvage rock-hard conchas, she has to take mariachi lessons, even though she doesn’t know how to play her great-grandpa’s violin and she’s not fluent in Spanish. At first, she’s convinced her whole summer will be a disaster. But as she discovers the heart and soul of mariachi music, she realizes that there’s more than one way to be a star―and more than one way to carry on a legacy.

 

 

Review

 

"Mariachi, family, and pan dulce are the ingredients for this perfect middle grade novel. Highly recommended for all middle grade collections."―starred, School Library Journal

 

"Cruz's inner conflict and search for identity are sensitively drawn, and Granillo weaves a believable sense of community pride into the heartfelt and enjoyable story."―Horn Book Magazine

 

"This excellent debut has heart and soul, with an obvious deep love and appreciation for the culture in each word."―Booklist

 

"Granillo gently tempers the Tayahuas' grief over Tio Chuy's death by focusing on the characters' lighthearted developing relationships and relates the feeling of being disconnected from one's heritage via Cruzita's learning more about her roots."―Publishers Weekly

 

"Many readers will resonate with the demands on her time, and the children and grandchildren of immigrants will likely identify especially strongly with Cruzita's journey toward connecting with her roots. A sweet summer quest for identity and belonging."―Kirkus Reviews




Ashley Jean Granillo is a Mexican American writer and educator hailing from the San Fernando Valley. She has her BA and MA in Creative Writing from California State University Northridge and holds her MFA in fiction from the University of California Riverside, Palm Desert. She is also a member of Las Musas, a collective of Latinx authors whose gender identity aligns with femininity. Her short story "Besitos" was featured in Where Monsters Lurk & Magic Hides, a Latine/x short story genre anthology. Cruzita and the Mariacheros (Lerner Publishing) is her debut middle grade contemporary novel.

 

 

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Turning the Earth on a Super Sunday

La Tierra is La Raza’s kissing cousin
Michael Sedano. Fotos by Thelma T. Reyna.
Site of Backyard Floricantos, Casa Reyna this year includes a vegetable garden

“La Tierra is La Raza’s kissing cousin,” Abelardo Delgado writes, putting his green thumb on what makes me tick when I have a plot of tierra to plant. I turn the earth and plant. 

Around LIX years ago, I started turning the earth on superbowl Sunday. The practice lapsed during the years I lived with Alzheimer’s, and now after Alzheimer’s, it’s taken me time to regain the energy to touch la tierra and bask in this special mode of cultura and spiritual renewal. 

In 1968, I rent a house on Ortega St. near Haley in Santa Barbara. A shady side yard of hard packed clay gives me the joy of breaking earth one Summer day thinking how my bride, whose family did not garden, would feast on vegetables from her own yard. I find two silver dollar coins and hope these are portents of a good harvest. The Draft summons me before the garden can produce its bounty. 

When I return from Korea--to Temple City tierra--I have outstanding cosechas until moving to a Highland Park apartment and grad school. 1974 finds me digging in the rich tierra of Eagle Rock where nine years turning and planting give the soil beauteous tilth that made for sure-fire results of anything that got water. 

1985 we move to Pasadena where a generous slice of backyard with great soil and sunlight generously adds exquisite provender to our daily table almost year-round. When Alzheimer's dementia overwhelms the household in 2018, I abandon the garden.

2025 was to be the year I returned to la tierra. I promised myself, then the Eaton fire burned us off the land. 

Scarifying soil for scattering bunching onions 

I lamented to my friend, Thelma Reyna, that gameday would pass with my 2025 goal frustrated. Thelma offered me a plot of land and my heart leaped. 

A few days later, Sunday afternoon arrives to find me at the gates at Casa Reyna with tools, plantitas, and semillas. My primal urge to work la tierra, to turn the earth on superbowl Sunday, would be satisfied after all. 

In fact, I decide to go whole hog and turn la tierra and plant. In gardens past, I learned to turn then wait for the hidden weed seeds to sprout in freshly-turned earth. I will not wait and will pull the unwanteds when they show their cotyledons.

Sedano plants a Serrano chile

Step one is clearing Thelma’s iris patch to free up the planting bed. I spare two Hyacinths showing early color.

I approach the task confidently but cautiously. I push the four-tine garden fork under the rhizomes, push and lift the handle to leverage the Iris loose. I rejoice in the strength my arms display. 

I broke the right shoulder in December and mira nomás how I lift and break clods, working steadily with intensity that gets my muscles groaning and despite feeling like that vato with a hoe, in the Millet painting, I persist and get the whole plot turned without collapsing or running out of breath.

With the bed turned and its borders defined, I use the three-tine fork to separate out sinuous white roots that infiltrate from nearby trees and hedges.

Another pair of rakes and I have a smooth level surface free from extraneous roots.

Taking a breather in the seedbed

Thelma uses a short-handled hoe to plant radishes around the perimeter of the bed. In a few weeks we’ll have leafy edge definition, and snacks. 

I put butterhead lettuce and spinach seedlings in an "L" shape to define two bush bean rows. When the leafy greens have been harvested--before the heat comes—they’ll be replaced with hot weather crops or root crops.

At the far end, or top of the plot, we have a steel tomato tower with early tomato varieties and the novelty Sweet 100. Below the jitomate, a few chile and bell pepper seedlings. The peppers will be late arrivals; we’ll be eating cherry tomatoes by Cinco de Mayo. 

In between the tomatoes and the greens, we’ve sown bush beans, bunching onion, two hills of yellow crookneck squash, garlic cloves, and yellow onion sets. 

2025 is going to be a good garden year. The football game must be well along when I return to my motel room. I don't turn on the teevee. I welcome the fatigue and sore muscles of getting closer to la tierra, another benefit of a good day's work. 

The finished project, for now

I sleep comforted at being in touch with a continuous line of gardens antedating my own. Familia history extends into a rich past and looks forward to a memorable cosecha in my future. 

What happened in Thelma Reyna's backyard on superbowl Sunday reflects an imperative of la tierra: turn it and it will grow.

Sunday, February 09, 2025

“Pilgrims on the Way towards New Multidisciplinary Encounters”

 Xanath Caraza





“Pilgrims on the Way towards New Multidisciplinary Encounters” 

Última semana de envío de propuestas para el volumen derivado del XIII Congreso internacional sobre literatura chicana y estudios latinos continúa abierta

Los artículos deberán girar en torno a los siguientes temas relacionados con la #LiteraturaChicana y los #EstudiosLatinos:

🔵Caminos, vías, carreteras en la literatura chicana

🔵El camino como forma de vida

🔵La vida como camino

🔵El camino como lugar de (auto-)descubrimiento

🔵El camino como lugar de encuentro

🔵El camino como viaje hacia un destino

🔵El destino como principio de un nuevo camino

🔵El inicio del camino

🔵El camino como vía de escape

🔵El camino como retorno

🔵El camino como vía de reencuentro y reconciliación

🔵El camino en el espacio y en el tiempo

🔵El camino como paisaje natural

🔵El camino como paisaje humano

📅Fecha límite: 13 de febrero de 2025

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Friday, February 07, 2025

Life Growth Spurts


Presenting a life-affirming essay by educator, author, community leader, and La Bloga's good friend, Frank Dávila.

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Life Growth Spurts
Frank S. Dávila, PhD 
Nov 2024

Moments of Pondering

Have you pondered lately why you are in a certain state of mind or in a particular location or emotional phase? And can you describe the growth spurts or eventful episodes along the way that guided your personal trajectory leading to the personal stage in which you now reside?

We did not get to choose our parents or family when we were born, nor the village, town, or city. The human and societal conditions, location, and language we inherited became our natural surroundings. Our setting, filled with so many multi-sensory and emotional activities molded our personality and outlook in life. Looking back at different pieces of our life history can give us some poignant moments where we can say, “Ah, those special, intimate, and dramatic times were definitely growth spurts for me.”

For some, life growth spurts can be those unsettling and unpredictable moments as an orphan, abandoned child or a family spat, while for others, it is receiving a healthy dose of love and nurturing from friends and family members. Some of those varied experiences may have placed us in a bubble where we felt protected with minimal risks, while for others who chose to engage in reckless, adventurous, and painful activities led them to see and experience the naked world spinning around them.

At an early age, we did not always understand those pivotal growth periods that were revolving around us. We simply soaked it in and kept on moving, dodging some of the unsavory steps that came our way. Now, we can reflect on how some of these life encounters impacted our thinking paving the road to our current phase in life.

The Gift of Family and Friends

In the midst of the death of a parent, family member, or a close friend, many of us can sense that genuine and heartfelt love and support from friends and family. The immense pain and loss will no doubt continue for some time, but for those brief moments where a quiet embrace touches our soul, we comprehend and sense the importance of close ties with our family circle of love. Having a healthy and supportive family connection whether biological or one we choose, is a life growth spurt that still drives our life and the decisions we make.

Each of us can think of a relative or close friend in our formative years that lifted our spirits by simply giving us a smile, a hug, or by asking us a question that made us feel we were valued. Frequently I would wrote little positive messages on yellow posted notes to my twin daughters in the mornings and placed them on the mirror so they would see them first thing in the morning. I didn’t really think it was such a big deal until later, as adults, they mentioned how meaningful those words of encouragement were.

Letting someone else know we love them and value them is not a rocket science process. Just turning your head to them and focusing on their message or doing a simple task to make their life easier or being present at an event that is important to them sends a boat load of undeniable appreciation for who they are.

Close friends and caring family members can also be a reservoir of strength during those times when we are at the “end of our rope.” At that point we realize they are the only secure tether that holds us together. I have a close friend, Máximo, to whom I can share any and all triumphs and frailties and I know I will walk away with my spirit uplifted and the friendship still intact. What a comforting feeling to have that special bond.

I get calls from one sister in particular who misses our two deceased brothers and our mom and dad. The unexpected phone call serves to remind us both of our family members who once filled our life with laughter, joy, stories and jokes. On any given day and time, those memories and feelings surface and we want to share them with another loved one to honor their memory. They remind us of those special life growth spurts that our friends and family created for us.

Performing and Fine Arts

I am more of a performing arts kind of person since my visual arts skills are relatively absent. I have amazing friends and family members who have cultivated such impressive artistry in sketching a captivating and colorful painting or designing and molding, with their own hands, stone or bronze sculptors. You gaze and admire the art pieces and realize the deep commitment and sacrifice given to create those amazingly beautiful works of art.

I am a wannabe guitarist and singer and occasionally play and sing knowing it relaxes me and builds up that inner spirit to appreciate all artists. I follow a personal motto where I do not walk away from any musician or artist who is sharing their work until they finish their song, read their poetry or describe their artistic rendition. They have earned that respect after the hours of practice and then the humility and willingness to come before an audience who may or not be appreciating their artistic offering.

A special friend, Boogie Bob, was an extraordinary and highly gifted pianist. He always entertained us with gusto along with his personal set of lame jokes and commentary. After losing him, we all remembered his unparalleled musical skills that he shared with us. I am profoundly gratified that I was able to express my gratitude and admiration to him for his gift when we could still chat with each other. We even recorded a musical CD, indeed a unique life growth spurt.

Presently, one of my personal getaway moments is via my Bluetooth earbuds and my playlist that includes a variety of music. This is an escape that soothes my soul.

Military Service

Many of the military veterans I have met are quiet and unassuming warriors who are deeply proud of their service. They are hesitant to share their inner wounds. When we gather as comrades in arms, we come to a point when the doors open and some begin to share some of the tightly held emotions. We all realize these intimate experiences as a soldier served as deep emotional life growth spurts!

Patriotism is a highly valued principle that is widely recognized as being a strong defender of one’s native land and its beliefs. For military veterans, it is the flag and the country that we represent and defend regardless of the background, gender, ethnicity, language and status of the citizens that reside in that country. Military vets understand that we are not pawns to be exploited by the political machinery. Resiliency, leadership, and discipline are some of the traits we cultivated as military veterans.

Bilingual & Bicultural Roots


“A person who speaks two languages is worth two people.” That is an expression I heard a long time ago. I never thought of the value or asset of being bilingual; I just knew I had to learn English well to compete in the social and working world. I used my Spanish primarily with friends and family who were bilingual and in some cases where we had the flexibility of code switching or speaking both languages in one sentence or phrase. Some folks call that “Spanglish.”

It was not until my Dad was ill that I made a serious effort to learn more about his Mexican roots and my own heritage. As I traced his route from his home town in Concepcion del Oro in Zacatecas, Mexico, I began to capture the extraordinary journey his family made as they trekked from their village to the Texas border town of Piedras Negras (on the Mexican side) or Eagle Pass to go to San Antonio. He mentioned how they initially used a horse drawn carriage and later getting on a flatbed train to move toward the Mexican and US border.

This new information renewed my interest in knowing more about his family. I submitted to a DNA search to get more details of my heritage and begin reviewing documents in the ancestral registries from both the United States and Mexico. The historical information gave me a panoramic view of my origins and ancestry. I now feel more complete as a person knowing more details about my background and roots, those life growth spurts that molded me.

However, now I realize that I am just a moving family piece because my children and grandchildren will continue to build on that heritage. One of my responsibilities is to provide a foundation they can access to help them appreciate the continuing saga of their family roots so that they too will experience their own life growth spurt.

Social Injustice

It is unfortunate that negative and painful actions that we experience such as discrimination, disrespect, and personal challenges, can also serve as life growth spurts. During those moments, we can accept defeat or fight back using our smarter instincts to outmaneuver the opponent. I am reminded of César Chávez and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and their approach but also the strategy of interrupting the status quo using the group’s own protocols and guidelines to thwart and discourage their mindset. The growth part is discovering the more solid approach to seek and attain change. Social injustice will always be present given the divisiveness within our world and the refusal to listen to our neighbors and fellow citizens. Some folks will never outgrow those tendencies while others will look around and see the possibilities to experience yet another growth spurt. To some, this may sound naïve but indeed we always have choices.

Mentoring and Advocacy

My dissertation focused on the impact of mentoring for leaders who were seeking a new assignment. Almost 80% indicated that when they had a mentor present, their confidence grew and their pathway had more clarity. My growth spurt as a school leader, I owe to a quiet and wise mentor, Tom Maes, who believed in me and nudged me to the next level. I have learned to practice what I researched by being a mentor.

Similarly, we encounter opportunities and individuals who feel stranded or dismissed waiting for someone to advocate for them and open the darn doors. As we move within our professional and life routines, we come across some actions and situations that need our attention and advocacy. We can ignite a growth spurt for someone else if we choose to take an interest in them or in the obstacle at hand. To side step it or to ignore it may rob of us another opportunity to grow.

Personal Reflection

Sometimes we don’t recognize or acknowledge our life growth spurts perhaps due to not wanting to dwell on a negative situation or to make a big fuss about a beautiful life growth spurt. Reflecting on where we are at the moment and what life growth spurts brought us here can be illuminating and liberating. I do seek moments of solitude to think of events in my past, both positive and negative, that forged a change in my life either in a small way or in a monumental manner. I embrace those life growth spurts.

Later.

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Manuel Ramos writes crime fiction.