My parents named me Janet. I call myself Jan. My Spanish-speaking friends call me Juanita. These stories and photos represent my duo-life, a bilingual journey, a multi-dimensional world view.
On the last night of a year, I traditionally write down my reflections while others write down resolutions. In my lifetime, the most impressive turning of the calendar came when the millennium changed. It was …
Two years ago, I planned to throw my book a grand coming out party and then, head back to Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico, to reunite with my first Spanish-speaking friends – the ones that, unbeknownst to …
November. My month. November, trying to push October’s startling yellows, reds, and oranges to the ground in gusts of 40 m.p.h. winds from the west. November clouds seem darker, perhaps because they harbor possibilities of …
Monarchs. Those butterflies with royal orange and black patterned wings that flit into northern life every spring and hasten to return south before the freeze. Monarchs. A story of metamorphosis from egg to caterpillar to a being that takes flight – a metaphor of life, death and resurrection. Monarchs. Their rare migration requiring four generations to complete the life cycle that perpetuates their survival, unique among planetary creatures.