I’ve climbed out of my rewrites to say hello

I’ve neglected my blog.

I’ve been neck deep in re-writes.

It wasn’t fun.

In fact, it was painful.

My butt hurts from sitting at my desk.

My eyes from looking at the computer screen.

My fingers hurt from all the typing.

My shoulders hurt from hunching.

My head hurts from reading and squinting.

Was it worth it?

I’ll tell you after the reading.

Here’s a quote from the play:

“My skin, the walls of this temple, this self…are covered con el color de canela resembling my right to be seen and recognized. It reveals me and if it does that, then I want people to know that this particular shade is Hondureña.”

My cousin Elke and her friend on our way to the sugarcane fields in Honduras.

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