Happy was I last Saturday night that the production found its way to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion with its stage illusions intact and ready to seduce a very willing audience at LA Opera.
There is nothing particular about the Pasadena Main Library. Just like there is nothing particular about the Tiffany’s storefront on Fifth Avenue, the Ritz in the Place Vendôme, or the Russian tearoom . These places, like all the others that litter the streets of any city, are ordinary, mundane, and redundant. Except they are not.
I have lived through, and promptly forgotten, many an unmemorable day, but I distinctly remember my birthdays as if I were using up every bit of life.
Every-time I hear of another incident created against humanity I feel as if I am living in another universe. But this post is not intended to address that. That in itself is such a huge topic; I’ll leave it for another time. But it makes me question whether we have always inhabited these other-worlds, and, consciously or unconsciously, do we make the journey with the possibility of never returning to our known worlds.
Now for my second topic: In September, for Mexican Independence Day, Saturday Sept. 16, I was asked to read and discuss Dust Unto Shadow at the East Los Angeles Library at 2 pm.
If I’ve sent you this blog post as an email- YOU ARE INVITED and I will be expecting you! You can see the flyer here: http://colapublib.org/calendar/index.php?com=detail&eID=114787
And to end a torching hot August, today, The Latina Book Club ran an interview on me you can read about it here: http://www.latinabookclub.com/
I woke up this morning thinking about daydreams and the part they’ve played in my life. As a child I was in a constant reverie with elaborate fantasies within my mind that played out like a movie.