Coming from a family of farm workers, the past several days have been deeply saddening for me. I’m in shock. This hurts so much. I cry every time I try to process what’s happening.
I stand with Dolores Huerta. I feel the pain of the secret she carried and kept for so long.
My heart is broken. I feel a sense of loss. I’m mourning the loss of a leader I admired. We collectively put Cesar Chavez on a moral pedestal. We turned him into an iconic and revered civil rights leader and gave him a special place in our hearts and minds.
I’m still processing the loss. I don’t know to reconcile what his stood for, his message of anti-violence and the violence he committed against women. Why did do what he did? The patriarchy? Machismo? That toxic feeling prevalent in Mexican men that says women should be controlled, possessed, broken and used for the benefit of men.
I wonder about my own grandmother. She was a farm worker. A woman in the 1950s working on the field. What was life like for her? She has passed away. We can’t ask her. I wonder what the women of that era had to endure in silence.
These photos are of my grandmother working in the fields. She was an incredible strong and tough woman. Now I get a glimpse of some of the reasons she had to be so tough.
It’s been 7 months since I bought land. 5.5 acres located 2 hours north of Los Angeles. It’s a dream come true. It’s better than this city girl could have imagined. It’s a dreamscape.
So much has happened these months. It’s been as exciting as it’s been challenging to work the land. Lots of sweat, care and love. My city-dwelling, loving partner had no idea he was about to become a ranch foreman. He’s been my ranch hand. And a father to our baby. He’s been everything. My dream doesn’t come true without his support. @impetuous.youth
A new chapter is just starting.
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The Huntington in San Marino hosts the West Coast debut of “Radical Histories: Chicano Prints from the Smithsonian American Art Museum,” on loan from the Smithsonian American Art Museum. The exhibition’s 60 bold works by some 40 artists and collectives span more than six decades of Chicano printmaking as a form of resistance, community building, and cultural reclamation.
Starting with the late 1960s Delano Grape Strike, which led to the formation of the United Farm Workers (UFW) labor union, the prints in “Radical Histories” capture pivotal moments in the history of community activism and the formation of collective identity. Chicano/Chicana artists used silkscreens, posters, and offset prints to mobilize communities—often with biting humor, vibrant colors, and unmistakable urgency.
Our baby daughter was born on the super moon of December 4, 2025. 🌕 We have given her a Nahuatl name and have named her after the national flower of Mexico 🇲🇽. Acocoxochitl is the Nahuatl word for dahlia — flowers that originated in Mexico and have pre-Hispanic history.
Welcome to the world Coco Xóchitl 🌸
We got pregnant with the help of a fertility clinic and the IVF process. After experiencing some set backs at our first clinic, I changed to different clinic. One of the many tasks we found ourselves needing to do was to transfer our frozen embryos from the first to the clinic to the new clinic. The day of the transfer my partner came home with some dahlias for me. I decided to grab a flower to bring with me. The flower was as positive point of focus for me and reminder that everything was going to be okay. I had faith that we were being supported by something bigger than us. Knowing that our ancestors made flowers part of their rituals and ceremonies, that day I made acocoxochitl part of my ritual and faith and I felt a connection to a natural divine force guiding me and a connection to my ancestors.
Last photo is of our baby Coco Xóchitl 🩷 We are so grateful to have her in our lives. She’s our beautiful flower 🌺
Hola amigos y amigas,
My page has been quite for a while. So much has been happening in my life. I have big news, BUENAS NOTICIAS to share. I wish I had the skill to tell you about my personal life as it’s happening but the best I can do is to catch you up. Like, when you see an old friend after not seeing them or talking for a while.
I’m so grateful, happy and blessed. My life has been thrusted into action, filled with momentum and blessings.
#1
I’m pregnant with our first baby. I’m now 22 weeks pregnant. For the first time in my 40+ years of life, I now know what it feels like to share this joy with my partner who is as happy and eager as I am to welcome a baby into our life. My heart feels full and it’s bursting. I feel my baby moving and it makes it feel so real that life is growing inside of me. That I’m a mom-to-be. The stagnation we felt from the setbacks we experienced during the IVF process is now a thing of the past. So many mornings and evenings spent in my garden seeking support from ancestors and guidance from soul and from plant spirits. They told me to keep trying, to not give up. They told to keep reaching for what my heart long for. I’m beyond grateful to have reached this point. We are now planning a baby shower with friends and family.
#2
I bought a ranch. 5.5 acres located 2 hours northeast of Los Angeles. You know very well that I have been dreaming of owning land to tend to, to grow flowers in, to have a relationship with. Land to tend to me, my heart and spirit. The dream came true a month ago. I’m the proud owner of Clear Creek Ranch. My heart is bursting. I feel energized. I want to wake up at dawn and work on the ranch until sundown but I gotta take it easy, and take it slow. I never thought pregnancy would arrive at the same time as land. I tried, worked and prayed for both for years, and now they are here. I’m overjoyed. Dreams coming true. The season of harvest is here. I’m blessed. I’m ready to receive. I’m grateful.
Los Angeles is our home. We will not allow ICE to terrorize our community. Yesterday we marched peacefully to protest the terror, racism and hatred unleashed against indigenous people of mixed status by the German immigrant in the White House. Trump’s grandfather was born in Germany. Making Trump the 2nd U.S. generation in his family. My family has been born and been documented in California for 6 generations. My ancestors before them were Native American who lived under Mexican rule and Spanish colonialism. WE ARE NOT IMMIGRANTS. We have been here for generations. Like the Monarch butterfly, our families have moved up and down North America for 1000s of years following a pattern of migration in sync with nature. This is our home. This is our land. These are our people.
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