Sublime

tribulation,

—Hola, hijo mío.

often wonder what the world would look like today if some of our modern religions taught that self-knowledge, rather than blind adherence to external guidance and dogma, was the paramount goal of the spiritual path.

In early 1942 he opened an after-hours dive bar called Club Nosotros off the corner of Avenida Eduardo Conde and Calle Martino. It was right across the street from the Villa Palmeras Cemetery and, more importantly, just half a mile away from Camp Las Casas.

George and Lorraine Montoya lived on a dead-end dirt lane within easy walking distance of the historic Santa Fe Plaza. On the fringe of a prestigious neighborhood, the lane consisted mostly of two rows of modest homes, all built just before or after World War II. The few houses that had changed hands from Hispanic to Anglo ownership were easy to sp

All the sadness and drama you have lived in your life was rooted in making assumptions and taking things personally.

Abuela cabrona, madre sacrificada. Dos líneas literarias.