Five years ago I had a hysterectomy. It was a direct result of a women’s disease called endometriosis (www.endometriosis.org). Three months after I had my hysterectomy, I went to New York City to visit my family. In conversation about how I was feeling and how much...
For my 34th birthday, I gathered with a small group of queer friends of various national backgrounds and cultures, including a straight Lebanese gentleman whom I felt an instant connection with because he pronounced my name right. As we sipped on our drinks, enjoying...
“We are afraid of being abandoned by the mother, the culture, La Raza,for being unacceptable, faulty, damaged… to avoid rejection, some of us conformto the values of the culture, push the unacceptable parts into the shadows.” ~Borderlands, Gloria Anzaldua Through...
