When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
My mom was a frustrated woman, like so many unhappy women who didn't get the opportunities they wanted.
It takes a long time for women to feel it's alright to be chingona. To aspire to be a chingona!. . . You are saying, 'This is my camino, this is my path and I'm gonna follow it, regardless of what culture says. ' I don't think the church likes chingonas. I don't think the state likes chingonas. ! And fathers definitely do not like chingonas. And boyfriends don't like chingonas. But, you know, I remain optimistic. I will meet a man who likes a chingona, one day. One day, my chingon will come.
I've put up with too much, too long, and now I'm just too intelligent, too powerful, too beautiful, too sure of who I am finally to deserve anything less.
We need to write because so many of our stories are not being heard. Where could they be heard in this era of fear and media monopolies? Writing allows us to transform what has happened to us and to fight back against what's hurting us. While not everyone is an author, everyone is a writer and I think that the process of writing is deeply spiritual and liberatory.
I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.
You can't erase what you know. You can't forget who you are.
I think the media is dangerously close to creating their own product. They used to cover the product, which was whatever's happening.
For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
We had a dog, Lucky, who was fourteen years old. For the last year of his life, I would take him on these walks that were long but didn't cover much distance.
A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.