Wednesday, October 18, 2023

GRANDMA, WHERE WILL YOUR LOVE GO? / ABUELA, ¿A DÓNDE IRÁ TU AMOR?



By Adriana Camacho-Church

Illustrations by Gastón Hauviller

 


ISBN: 978-1-55885-984-5

Publication Date: October 31, 2023

Format: Hardcover

Pages: 32

Imprint: Piñata Books

Ages: 4-8

 


The joy of intergenerational relationships is explored in this bilingual picture book.

 

“Grandma and I dance together, sew together, bake together and go to the market together.”

 

This engaging picture book depicts the loving relationship between a young girl and her grandmother and the girl’s growing realization that her grandmother will not always be physically present. Her beloved abuela “walks slower, sits longer and takes more medicine.”

 

Abuela comforts her granddaughter by using nature’s beauty, power and mystery to reassure her that life continues—and so does love. The child will feel her touch in the sun’s warmth and her kiss in each raindrop. When the wind lifts her hair, she will know her grandmother is there. The beauty of sunlit dragonflies and the smell of baked bread will be reminders of her love. “Feel my love in the power of waterfalls,” Grandma says. “Feel it in a moonlit darkness and in the sprout from a seed.” The love they share will surround her always.

 

With beautiful illustrations by Gastón Hauviller depicting a child enjoying activities with a special adult, this bilingual book about loss, healing and a unique bond will connect children to the idea that we come from and return to nature. Kids will eagerly recount—or even write about—their favorite memories of time spent with a beloved family member or friend.

 

“This is more than a bilingual book for children. It reaches to the core of our need to understand those we love… The tenderness and the compassion in this book acknowledges that love can be expressed and remains eternal.”—Robert Abel Jr., MD, author of Lumi’s Book of Eyes

 

 

ADRIANA CAMACHO-CHURCH was born in Colombia and grew up in Chicago and Los Angeles. She currently lives and works in Delaware. This is her first book.

 

GASTÓN HAUVILLER, a native of Buenos Aires, Argentina, has lived in many countries. He has worked as an illustrator and children’s book author for more than 20 years and his work has been recognized in Argentina, Colombia, Mexico, Spain, the United States, France and China. His children’s books include Viajeros extraordinarios / Roque (Ediciones TTT, 2019) and ¿Un mundo? Muchos mundos (Editorial Océano Travesía, 2016).




Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Guest Essay: Listening to Voices; Hay Otra Voz

Editor's Note (Michael Sedano)
Nicki De Necochea contributed her first La Bloga Guest Column in 2021 (link), as a Caregiver of someone living with Alzheimer's dementia, Nicki's mother. La Bloga-Tuesday welcomes this essay on self-talk. Nicki lives After Alzheimer's and it's hopeful that this essay has no obvious connection to those years of living with dementia.

Some psycholinguists claim the limits of one's language are the limits of one's world. That might be so, of spoken, linear speech. Inner conversations occur at the speed of memory, everything all at once and better than a movie. De Necochea identifies the phenomenon as a tool for personal good. Because some readers may find the subject ambiguous, De Necochea offers what I call an apologia by way of prologue, offering context and disambiguation.


Nightfall
By  B. Nicki De Necochea

Apologia by way of Prologue

Quietly Loud. Since childhood, I’ve been aware of my brain’s gift of personal power to use my inner voice to survive and flourish. Without permission, a choice presents itself, quietly. But loud, an inner voice that directs, redirects, uses, or discards, my innermost thoughts. 

I remain in awe that “the voice” provides a running daily monologue and unsolicited commentary throughout my day. It’s an opinionated mini-me in my head, insistent on giving perspective or critique. 

My self-talk can be optimistic and supportive, or negative and self-defeating. I focus my innermost silent conversations, self-talking about the beneficial and positive, calming fears and bolstering confidence. 

I’m aware my inner-talk can be a personal tool for good, or a weapon of self-punishment. My thoughts can encourage, discourage, or keep me safe from stupid compulsions, and even teach me to listen to hidden messages for self-soothing. It’s a voice I take for granted and can silence or ignore – as needed. Humans have been empowered with this powerful mind-trick. It’s a miracle of evolution. 

It's a choice to give this noiseless voice its strength or embolden or scold it into submission. This inner voice, my self-talk, combines conscious thoughts and likely some involuntary beliefs and biases to encourage me to interpret and process daily experiences. It can save or destroy, reassure, or nurture. 

That said, I use it in my writing as well. Nightfall is a short conversation about acknowledging this quietly loud voice exists. 

NIGHTFALL 

At nightfall when the day has been exhausted and my mind and body its mirror, my voice is stilled, and I give in to restful acceptance of my inner thoughts. 

They begin like a diagnostic imaging on my state of mind, stopping to better assess the tender places of confusion, turmoil, or chaos. 

What an intriguing human gift to be able to talk in silence to oneself. This is when the conversations are formed that are only for me to hear, and they are none that I can share for fear of the dark shadow’s misinterpretation. 

These words whispered on the vapor of each breath held-in, are protected in silence from their being carelessly scattered by any unworthy breeze. 

There are the painful ones, and the truthful ones, although some can be vengeful and misguided. They are the feelings and thoughts that allow me to be authentic in my disappointment, or in sadness and self-doubt, without any need to apologize or protect myself from being revealed. 

Resolute, although sometimes like a living mosaic; broken, crushed, mended, and reinforced. These are my mind’s whispered truths, laid bare for mending when night falls. 

What feels broken is gathered up and soothed by a night stream of calm. By breathing-in perspective and breathing-out serenity I am stronger and more courageous in the night’s assessment and inventory of my state of mind, with no distractions or busy denial. Then, after gathering the good shards of wisdom, my thoughts and self-talk transform into a mental photomosaic of hope and healing-pain, cauterized by gratitude. 

I’m transformed again. 

After nightfall, there is better discernment, a clearer path and another more useful manner of mental discourse and presence. The creation resulting from my mind-talk is a new frame of awareness, and acceptance. 

In nightfall, words are the quietest they’ve ever been -- transformed into a healing dream and if I’m blessed, the same ones are not recalled when the night goes down on my soul once again. We are at rest. 

B. Nicki De Necochea
Swallowtail Foto Gallery
Michael Sedano

When I was living with Alzheimer's Dementia, my camera took on a role like B. Nicki De Necochea's use of her inner self, except I used the viewfinder to empty my thoughts and concentrate on framing and focusing something interesting occupying a small portion of the landscape and nothing else.

After Alzheimer's means change, lots and lots of changes. One thing that doesn't change is respite found at the end of a chunk of optical glass. Nowadays, of course, I'm no longer working to ignore or forget. Alzheimer's offers little room for hopeful stuff. Now, I'm working to memorialize sightings of Swallowtail butterflies. Memory is futurism, sabes?

Swallowtails are "commonly seen" in certain locales, as if seeing a swallowtail is a ho-hum routine event. I hope never to become so jaded a swallowtail won't give me a bit of healthy tachycardia. 
 

Thursday, October 12, 2023

Burden of Knowledge

                                                                                             
Fruits hanging from the Tree of Life

     A friend of mine, a master at plumbing, once asked my opinion about a particular issue in education. It was a complicated question, and I needed to provide some historical information, context. When I finished answering, he said something like, “Man, I wish I knew all the stuff you do.” 
      I responded, “I’ve been teaching for twenty years. I know education like you know construction. Hell, I wish I knew plumbing like you do,” and I wasn’t joking. 
     The encounter got me to thinking about "education", and the pursuit and dissemination of “knowledge,” the essence of a good educator. The classroom is our place of business. Teaching is a craft, plain and simple, and just like any other craft, to be masterful, we must work at it, which means hours and years of training, and even then, there's always more to learn. 
     Teachers are lifelong students, always developing our skills, honing our craft, the subject matter, often, secondary, maybe, even, irrelevant, as legendary San Francisco defense attorney Tony Serra says of the law, "Whether our clients did it or is irrelevant. We are building an ideological castle based on precedent and symbolic justice." Think about that one a minute. I feel it's the same with education. We're teaching students to think even more than learn about a particular subject. After all, it's been shown most students forget 90% of what they learned a week after their last class.
     Whether someone operates a cash register, directs a P.R. firm, runs a business, designs buildings, or works with his or her hands, to be good, it takes practice, to be masterful it takes commitment. Of course, the idea of knowledge, as a profession, is often abstract, dealing with ideas and theories, our tools – words. 
     As a kid growing up Mexican in a working-class community, I had a lot of catching up to do when I decided I wanted to be teacher. I'd never been a good student, nor can I say I even enjoyed school. Attending Catholic school helped, though I didn't realize it at the time. Our teachers, nuns and brothers, dedicated their lives to teaching. They referred to their work as a vocation. They passed the idea down to us, students, that a profession wasn't simply a career or a job but a "vocation," as if anointed by the divine, something to be taken seriously. 
     Of course, one of their objectives was for us to enter the religious life, which wasn’t likely for L.A. suburban kids in the 1950s and ‘60s -- Baby-Boomers, but they did their jobs well. One of the first lessons we learned was the pursuit of “knowledge,” our primary source, the Bible, of course. It’s powerful when you teach children they were born in the “image and likeness” of God, like Adam, the first creation, a being, alone, in a beautiful garden. 
     Then, as we read, Eve, the woman was created of man’s rib, making “her,” logically, a second-class citizen in Eden. Of course, we gobbled up the narrative. It was a cool story, with all the elements of storytelling, drama, suspense, sex, a beginning and an end, the alpha and omega. and it was our story, about how we all got here and who we were. That’s some strong stuff, and we hadn't even gotten to the tree, yet. “And out of the ground the Lord God made to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food, the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.” 
     There it is – “knowledge” but connected with “good and evil.” So, is knowledge one or the other, or is it both? Did that mean “knowledge” was something to avoid? Yet weren’t our teachers telling us to study, earn good grades, and learn how to think? How was it then when we got home and questioned something, our parents, or an adult, would say, “Don’t get smart with me,” or "why do you ask so many questions."
     Maybe “knowledge” could also get us into trouble, like when God warns the young Adam and Eve, “…till [the garden] and keep it… you may freely eat of every tree of the garden; but of the tree of knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall die.” 
     That’s a heavy message to lay on a kid, but what does it mean? I’m not sure how “apples” got a bad rap. There is nothing in the story about an apple tree. So, the story goes, the devil masquerading as a serpent, convinces Eve if she eats from the tree, her “eyes will be opened,” and she will be like God, “knowing good and evil.” 
     We all know what happened, they ate, their eyes were opened, and they knew they were naked. Message: Adam is weak for doing what the temptress, Eve, tells him. Message: blame it on Eve, the female, or does Eve, and femininity, get the short end of the story, blamed for man’s weakness. How much does a story like this resonate in a culture. Consider, women didn’t get the right to vote until 1920. They couldn’t even open credit lines or have credit cards until 1974. Men have always held the majority of seats in legislatures, both state and federal, and we still haven't had a woman president. Maybe the bible stories take hold of a culture more than we realize. 
     And how about the impact of a story like this on snakes? Since the devil was disguised as a serpent, seems, in Western culture, snakes are the most hated in the animal kingdom. I read about a study where a group of graduate students were studying people's reactions to snakes. The class put a rubber snake out on a desolate Arizona highway. The students hid behind bushes and observed. Every car that passed by ran over the snake. One driver was so indignant, he ran over the snake, backed up, and ran over it again, just to make sure, I guess. 
     Next, the class put a rubber turtle on the road, and nobody hit it. One driver nearly crashed trying to avoid the turtle. Now, someone might argue that some snakes are poisonous and dangerous, but so are other animals. Why the snake? Is there power to biblical prophecy? When Adam and Even ate from the tree of knowledge, “God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from which he was taken. He drove out the man….” Pissed off because you have to wake up every morning and go to work, to toil, blame it on Adam and Eve? 
     Is the story literal, some people think so. Or is it a metaphor, a parable about the first two humans on earth who were punished for not following their creator’s will? Is it telling us that we should obey our elders, our teachers, the police, our "betters"? Is there another lesson, not only about disobedience to the king but about the nature of knowledge? If we educate ourselves and learn more than our elders, our teachers, the king, it might get us into trouble. After all, it’s no accident God named it the tree of knowledge. and he warned Adam and Eve not to eat or “…their eyes are opened.” 
     Does God, or whomever wrote Genesis, not want our eyes opened? Am I hearing echoes of Florida’s governor Ron DeSantis warning us not to be “woke,” to not eat from trees (or books) of knowledge? Or is the story more complex, a warning about the pursuit of knowledge? The vehicle most cultures use to acquire and spread knowledge is education, and one way to educate children is to tell stories. I even heard a lawyer once say, something like, the best lawyers aren't those with the best evidence but those who tell the best story. 
     I also wonder why so many people in society call teachers “liberal.” I was thirty-years in education, community college, in the liberal arts, language and literature, and I found many of my colleagues anything but liberal. In fact, education itself may be one of the most conservative occupations, especially in "languages." Educators evade change. It takes nearly an act of God to get an education department to change course. Sometimes, I think people don't understand the word "liberal," as it applies to education.
      Historically, the liberal arts or the word "liberal" didn’t have anything to do with politics, progressive or conservative. From Pythagoras, Socrates and the Greek’s “enkuklios paideia” to the Latin, “artes liberales,” meant that a certain field of study, the liberal arts, the Trivium, would make for a “well-rounded student,” or it would “liberate the mind.” No wonder the Greeks and the Romans took their stories of gods and turned them into lessons to educate their citizens, just like the Jews and Christians with the Bible. 
     Usually, when I hear people say teachers are so "liberal," I think, no, it's not that we're liberal. It's that the nature of our work forces us to study subjects in more detail, to dig deeper, to look for answers in the deep recesses of a library, where other don't go, not unlike a plumber who can't find the clogged drain and needs to search deeper, farther into the line, which not only takes work but "know-how." So, our answers to any problem will always contain "context."
     What I find today is people want a "yes" or "no", "right" or "wrong" answer to their questions, like why are so many immigrants invading our border? Should we support Ukraine over Russia? Who was more brutal, the British, the French, or the Germans, Fidel and Ho Chi Minh, Saudi Arbia or Iran, Iraq or Kuwait? Is communism or capitalism better? Democrat or Republican? Trump or Biden, on and on? 
     There is always “context,” which frustrates people. They don’t want context. They want an answer that affirms their position, usually political. If you don’t agree with them, or you provide context, you are anti-something or other. In 1940s Germany they burned books and killed teachers, same in Cambodia, and Latin America, during the dirty wars. Why? I think -- too much context.
     That’s what I call the "burden of knowledge," knowing too much, or knowing what people don't wnt to hear, maybe, what Genesis intended. That once Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge and their eyes were opened, they’d have to figure things out, consider their nakedness, their labor, the nature of good and evil, cursed by knowledge. like Pandora’s Box, which I know many people haven’t read, but they do know what story means. Open the box and who knows what terrors you might release, or steal fire (light) from the gods, enlighten and warm humanity, but find yourself pushing a rock up a mountain for eternity. The great classical poet, Alexander Pope warned, “Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing.” 
     So, since I taught the literature of Mexico and Latin America, and studied the cultures, and someone asks me about uncontrolled immigration from Latin America, my mind doesn’t conjure up an image of masses at the border. My mind goes back to particular facts, incidents, and events, like U.S. and European colonialism, policies that exploited Latin America from 1520s to the present, policies that affected the different migrations of people from the south to the north, including the ones that affected my own grandparents.  
     Now, I’m not saying my conclusions are right, but I am saying there are many factors to consider when answering complex questions like immigration, war and peace, and poverty and wealth, whether people are savages and animals or reasons for animalistic behavior? 
     The acquisition of knowledge, like Adam and Eve eating from the "tree of life," must consider both good and evil, not one or the other. It’s difficult because we’re humans, carrying our own prejudices, likes and dislikes. So, like Prometheus, for teachers, and for me, opening a book or listening to someone’s observations, or reading an article, or witnessing an event is like putting fire in our hands. Our vocation tells us to share it, even if it upset the gods, knowing we might be doomed to push a rock up a hill for eternity or be chased out of the most perfect garden ever created.

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

2023 Latinx Kidlit Book festival- October 13


 

From: https://www.latinxkidlitbookfestival.com

 

 

Join us LIVE from your classroom, library or home for FESTIVAL FRIDAY. Meet your favorite Latinx creators of picture books, middle grade and young adult novels, poetry, comic books and graphic novels!  

 

Enjoy four Fridays (September 22, September 29, October 6, and October 13) of creative language arts and visual arts content for students of all ages.

 

 

October 13

 

ALL TIMES ARE EASTERN DAYLIGHT TIME (EDT)

 

Watch the Latinx KidLit Book Festival streamed live (for free) on the festival’s YouTube channel


Sessions can be safely streamed into the classroom and shared with students using an educator's account. Classrooms can engage with festival authors and illustrators using the live-chat option! All video content will be recorded and available after the festival.


 

Throwing Out the Rule Book

10:00 AM  11:00 AM

Join award-winning authors Vincent Tirado (Burn Down, Rise Up), Sonora Reyes (The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School), and moderator David Valdes (Brighter Than the Moon) as they discuss the inspirations for their award-winning novels, their killer characters, the writing process and more. 


 

Craft: World-Building in Fantasy: Strengthening and Refining Your Writing Technique

11:00 AM  12:00 PM

Whether you’re writing a contemporary romcom or an epic fantasy, world-building is a key component of a compelling story! In this craft session, R.M. Romero (A Warning About Swans) and Francesca Flores (The Witch and the Vampire) will discuss how to create an interesting world with depth without overloading the reader with too much information, as well as making the setting a character itself, and how world-building factors into their own work. Bring your notebook or laptop and come ready to write!

 


Draw Off: Nuestra Naturaleza

12:00 PM  1:00 PM

Explora la flor Dahlia, el ave quetzal y las muchas plantas y animales de Latino America que aparecen en libros ilustrados. Pidanles a los ilustradores Juana Medina (Elena Rides), Beatriz Gutierrez Hernandez (Benito Juárez Fights for Justice), Ana Aranda (How to Make a Memory), and Andrea Cáceres (My Dog Just Speaks Spanish) que dibujen algunas de sus criaturas y plantas favoritas en esta sesión en español.


English: Explore the dahlia flower, the quetzal bird and the many plants and animals from Latin America that appear in your favorite picture books. Ask the illustrators Juana Medina (Elena Rides), Beatriz Gutierrez Hernandez (Benito Juárez Fights for Justice), Ana Aranda (How to Make a Memory), and Andrea Cáceres (My Dog Just Speaks Spanish) to draw some of your favorite creatures and plants in this special Spanish session.

 


Storytime: Let’s Celebrate!

1:00 PM  2:00 PM

Join award-winning and debut picture book authors Sheila Colón-Bagley (La Noche Before Three Kings Day), Judith Valdés B (An Ofrenda for Perro), Linda J. Acevedo (Breaking to the Beat!), and e.E. Charlton-Trujillo (Lupe Lopez: Reading Rock Star & A Girl Can Build Anything) for an interactive read aloud on Latinx music and celebrations! Grab a pillow and a blanket and snuggle in!

 


Draw Off: Graphic Novels

2:00 PM  3:00 PM

Graphic novel artists Yehudi Mercado (Shazam Thundercrack), Camilo Moncada Lozano (Codex Black), Christine Suggs (¡Ay, Mija!), and Monica Magaña (Doña Quixote: Rise of the Knight) come together to create a 4-panel story with prompts and suggestions from viewers at home!

 


Games: Would You Survive?

 3:00 PM  4:00 PM

Alone in the night, no cell service, a house you know to be haunted is your only safety. Do you dare enter? Join us as we pull scenarios from authors Diana Rodriguez Wallach (Hatchet Girls), Alex Crespo (Saint Juniper's Folly), Adrianna Cuevas (Ghosts of Rancho Espanto), and Ann Dávila Cardinal (Break Up From Hell)'s  fantasy, horror, and thriller worlds to see if their own writers would survive! Featuring on-screen prompts and live voting from the audience. 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Guest Review: Carmen and Grace by Melissa Coss Aquino

Beam me over to Octavia's Bookshelf, Scottie. 
Scottie? Scottie?

It was just one of those times when I could not be in two places at once, and I could not, camera in hand, be at Melissa Coss Aquino's reading in Pasadena on Sunday, October 8. 

To my good fortune, Gerda Govine Ituarte and Thelma T. Reyna attended. They recounted for me a wondrous reading by an author generous with her time and back story to the novel, Carmen and Grace. The two poets expressed enthusiasm, not only for the novel, but how Octavia's Bookshelf (link) brings literary events to Pasadena's fast-growing East Washington Blvd neighborhood.

If you're coming, to Pasadena, be sure to head toward Altadena on Hill Street and find a warm, indie bookseller's welcome. "We are an independent bookstore in Pasadena. Readers of all ages and backgrounds will have a wonderful time exploring our store of books written by BIPOC writers."

Govine and Reyna's enthusiasm for the event finds a clear echo in today's Guest Review by Angelique Imani Rodriguez. See Angelique's bio following her review.

Book Review: Carmen and Grace
By Angelique Imani Rodriguez

I had to put this book down as I read it. A few times. 

I am talking about Dr. Melissa Coss Aquino’s debut novel, “Carmen and Grace,” released in April 2023. Melissa Coss Aquino, a Puerto Rican writer hailing from the Bronx and an Associate Professor at Bronx Community College, CUNY, has written a book that speaks to the very core of me. 

Carmen and Grace follows the intertwined lives of Carmen and Grace, cousins whose bond is forged through shared adversity and later cemented by the influence of Doña Durka, an enigmatic benefactor with a dual life as the leader of an underground drug empire.

The plot, centered around the sudden death of Doña Durka, is thick with tension and suspense. As Grace aims to step into the shoes of her mentor, Carmen contemplates leaving the only life she has ever known and one of the last true links to her blood family. 

Alternating between the perspectives of Carmen and Grace adds a layer of complexity that often floored me with how voice and intention can be so vivid in the way each character tells their story. The author’s navigation of time and perspective added to the overall depth of the novel, peels back of the layers of Carmen and Grace’s lives and worlds, and the evolution of their relationship. 

What strikes me most, though, about this book is the author’s ability to create characters who feel incredibly real and genuine to me. As a reader who grew up in the same neighborhoods of those in the book, I feel a clear connection to the energy of these characters, their speech, their spirit, the way they function in the world. 

I knew girls like these girls, I walked the same streets, and I talked with the same cadence. I loved these women, celebrated in their spiritual moments with them, was frustrated with them and sad for them. These were my primas, play cousins, sisters, even. To write characters who feel like home is a feat not many can accomplish. Dr. Melissa Coss Aquino makes it look effortless. 

In the novel, Carmen and Grace are more than just protagonists; they are vessels for exploring the complexities of friendship, community, and the families we create for ourselves, all told in voices that I am wholly familiar with and completely akin to. The author’s Puerto Rican heritage is also evident in these nuances. As a Puerto Rican woman who came of age in the times referenced in the book, how could I not see myself in the hearts of these young women, their emotionality and vibrant relationships? How could I not connect with the ways that Bronx Puerto Rican culture was described and honored and made its very own character as it is in my own life and experience? 

Dr. Melissa Coss Aquino's Carmen and Grace is a triumph, a debut novel, a feminist text, and a narrative that explores the consequences of choices made, the impact on relationships, and the fragility of the world they inhabit.  Carmen and Grace is a Nuyorican classic. I eagerly anticipate Dr. Coss Aquino’s future works and recommend Carmen and Grace to anyone seeking a story that explores what it means to choose your family, what it means to grow into your own power, and what it means to break free from the destinies you were told you were bound to.

Now, about those moments when I had to put the book down. 

It wasn't due to any lack of enjoyment; quite the opposite. Carmen and Grace compelled me to pause, to savor the emotional depth, and to reflect on the profound themes the novel explores. Carmen and Grace has earned a spot on my coveted list of books I'll never lend out, a testament to its lasting impact on me as a reader.


Meet Angelique Imani Rodriguez: 

Angelique Imani Rodriguez is a Bronx born and bred Boricua writer, bibliophile, and editor. A graduate of the CUNY BA program with a BA in Multi-Ethnic Literature and Multi-Ethnic Women & Gender Studies, Angelique is a three-time alum of the VONA (Voices of Our Nations Arts) Foundation’s workshops, a two-time alum of the Writing Our Lives workshops and the creator of the Boricongo Book Gang, a growing and on-going book list of works written by writers of color. Angelique's non-fiction work has been published in the James Franco Review and in Choice Words: Writers on Abortion, edited by Annie Finch. Angelique was also the first fiction editor of the Raising Mothers online literary journal. Her flash fiction appears in the inaugural issue of Malposition Magazine. She is currently editing Fried Eggs & Rice: An Anthology by Writers of Color on Food and is completing her first manuscript, Where We’re From, a collection of flash fiction detailing stories about residents of Ventana Court, a West Bronx tenement building. You can find more on www.penhittingpaper.com 



Monday, October 09, 2023

La Celebración del Mes de la Herencia Hispana en el JCAHC por Xánath Caraza

La Celebración del Mes de la Herencia Hispana en el JCAHC por Xánath Caraza

 


El pasado 4 de octubre en el Johnson County Arts and Heritage Center se celebró el Mes de la Herencia Hispana. Tuvimos mariachi, teatro, coros, música, comida, paletas, arte y poesía, de todo un poco. También participaron organizaciones comunitarias distribuyendo información para todos. No podía faltar la presencia de las bibliotecas.  Tuve la oportunidad de leer poesía de mi libro La mariposa de Jackeline / Jackeline’s Butterfly publicado por FlowerSong Press (2022). A continuación, unas imágenes de la noche.










Friday, October 06, 2023

El Corrido de Rocky Ruiz



Yes, I'm still celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of the publication of The Ballad of Rocky Ruiz, and the reissuing of that book by Arte Público Press.  Rocky was my first published novel, and it launched my Luis Móntez series.  The five books in that series chronicled the midlife of a tired, nostalgic, and frustrated Chicano attorney lost in regret and elegiac memories, but who, nevertheless, often risked everything, including his life, to help family, friends, and clients.  Along the way, Móntez managed to solve several mysteries, ranging from political corruption and murder to the unresolved twenty-year-old death of his brother-in-arms, Rubén "Rocky" Ruiz.  Rocky won the Chicano/Latino Literary Prize and the Colorado Book Award and was a finalist for an Edgar award.  

My original title for the book was El Corrido de Rocky Ruiz.  Mercedes Hernández and I wrote a corrido that was printed in the book.  Local musicians Debra GallegosRudy Bustos, and Benito Valdez recorded the song, and Flo (my wife) and I gave away cassette tapes of the recording at book signings and other literary events. I have one of those tapes in my Rocky memorabilia box.  Don't know of any others.  





El Corrido de Rocky Ruiz
(The Ballad of Rocky Ruiz)

©Manuel Ramos and Mercedes Hernández

Voy a cantar un corrido
aunque los haga llorar
nunca olvidar debemos 
al valiente Rubén Ruiz.

Rocky, así le decían,
fuerte como una roca
a su gente se ofreció 
cuando lo necesitaron.

Nació un hijo de Tejas,
joven, valiente y atrevido.
Un hombre que creía en paz
esposa e hija a su lado.

Rocky, así le decían,
fuerte como una roca
a su gente se ofreció
cuando lo necesitaron.

En el lindo Colorado
por su gente se peleó, 
oportunidad pidió
y por eso lo enterramos.

Rocky, así le decían,
fuerte como una roca
a su gente se ofreció
cuando lo necesitaron.

Cobardes lo emboscaron
con mascarillas de diablo
le acribillaron la espalda
Rocky los puños como arma.

Rocky, así le decían,
fuerte como una roca
a su gente se ofreció
cuando lo necesitaron.

Lo que él ha comenzado
hoy hemos de acabar
nunca olvidar, recordemos
oportunidad pidió.

Rocky, así le decían,
fuerte como una roca
a su gente se ofreció
cuando lo necesitaron

Later.
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Manuel Ramos writes crime fiction. Read his latest story, Northside Nocturne, in the award-winning anthology Denver Noir, edited by Cynthia Swanson, published by Akashic Books.