Prayers of a Small Town Tex-Mex Kid

Prayers of a Baptist Tex-Mex

I was a God-fearing Christian as a child. Not because my parents forced their religion on me. They didn’t even go to church, or even cared if we went. Continue reading

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there goes the pig running loose

our abuelos had a pig named chacho. he was a fat ass pig, a big one. i was around ten, i believe. no matter what they did to prevent chacho from escaping, the fat ass found a way to get out, and he would run loose around the block. neighbors came knocking, letting the family know that chacho was at it again. Continue reading

Cornteeth

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“Cornteeth!”

G yelled at me in the back seat of our blue, 4-door piece of shit Nova as we drove to our grandparent’s home. I was probably eight or nine or ten when it first happened, and it continued during all those years and beyond. I don’t remember my response. Continue reading