Diary of a Bad Housewife

Thank you for the well thought out comments on my previous blog entry. I know that most of you understand where I'm coming from. I don...

As the Democratic National Convention unfolds in Denver, I find it ironic that today of all days, as we celebrate Women's Equality Day ,...

I've been writing my blogography or autobiographical stories for the past couple of weeks, but there are some stories which haven't ...

Let me start off by saying that I don't consider myself a writer. When my husband suggested that I start writing autobiographical storie...

No new post for the Diary today, as I am still furiously writing and posting my online autobiography (hopefully to become a graphic novel) -...

I grew up watching Spanish language movies. Peliculas de La Epoca de Oro (films from the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema) were the ones my par...

I've been blogging for many years now and during that time, I've told bits and pieces of my life story in various posts and intervie...

"Meet me under the 1300 sign!" my friend Chris shouted into the cellphone. It was hard to hear her over the din in the backgrou...

I had written a long, detailed description of my recent trip to San Francisco, but it started sounding a bit like any other tourist's tr...

I've just posted some new photos to my website/Flickr gallery pre-punk and punk galleries. While in the process of archiving our collect...