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Beautiful thanks Eva
I have asked my students to define their own culture. It’s tricky, isn’t it? Culture and race are different, at least to my mind. Your race you inherit. You have nothing to say about it. Your culture you can bend. You can embrace parts and leave others behind. Your grandpa was a racist? You don’t have to be. Your grandma had eleven children? You are not required to have any.
Here are the things I embrace about my culture. I am a third generation New Mexican. That means I like green chile on everything except the stuff I prefer with red chile. I do NOT believe in rain (it’s just a myth) unless I am drenched by it. I think Texas has an overblown sense of importance, but I like Texans, sweet and simple as they are. I do not believe in following people closely on the highway. Give all…
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Excellent Glad for the post and thank you for the Joy Reader
This month the JOY Writers are having one of their two yearly public readings at the Roswell Museum and Art Center. It will be held in the Bassett Auditorium on January 21 at 2:00 pm. The reading is free and refreshments will be served. As part of this yearly tradition, we are bring out The JOY Reader, a collection of work from the group that will be available at the reading in January and at a reading in February (the 18th). The collection will also be available online at LULU.com. I’ll include a link in this blog post.
Anyway, I have a contribution to the reader that I am including here. The group read it, gave me some feedback, I’ve revised it, and I offer it here. It was fun to write. It’s titled “Numinous.”
Some years ago, I’m not sure how many, but over thirty, my oldest cousin…
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