Mexican journalist Javier Valdez Cardenas was killed on the 15th of May by a lone gunman in Sinaloa state in the middle of the day. He is the seventh journalist to die this year imparting messages about guns and corruption that most people don’t want to hear.
Whenever I get asked about the creative process by those whom have trouble getting words to flow out of their brain and onto a screen, I suggest trying some things to re-establish the energy.
Today May 5, marks Do Write’s eighth birthday! A time for reflection, a time to catch my breath, and a time to break out the baby picture. Thanks to everyone who has supported us over the past four-fifths of a decade.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
I found out this week that the television movie, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks airs tomorrow, and cast includes Oprah Winfrey, portraying Lacks’ only surviving daughter.
I read the book and posted my review on Goodreads, in February 13, 2013 giving it a 4 star review, out of a possible 5 and share it with you now.
When I was seven, the first time I boarded a plane I was in route to San Francisco with my mother. It was during Easter break. In those days food was not accessible everywhere as it is today. People ate at meal times, it’s probably why obesity was such a rarity. Consequently, we arrived at our destination famished. Once at my Uncles’ my mother vocalized our hunger. We were served cold Lenten bread pudding and I was instantly smitten. Capirotada is made of toasted bread slices drenched in a sweet and spicy syrup. It was soft and sticky, and there were crunchy nuts, chewy raisins and a creamy tang…I was in love!