In City Rooms And In

Any Nation That Can Survive What We Have Lately In The Way Of Government, Is On The High Road To Permanent Glory.

I Still Believe In Hope - Mostly Because There's No Such Place As Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.

My Friend Mercedes Pena Made Me Get In Touch With My Emotions Just Before I Had A Breast Cut Off. Just As I Suspected, They Were Awful. "how Do You Latinas Do This All The Time In Touch With Your Emotions?" I Asked Her. "that's Why We Take Siestas," She Replied.

On A Personal Note: I Have Contracted An Outstanding Case Of Breast Cancer, From Which I Intend To Recover. I Don't Need Get-well Cards, But I Would Like The Beloved Women Readers To Do Something For Me: Go. Get. The. Damn. Mammogram. Done.

So Keep Fighting For Freedom And Justice, Beloveds.