Without diversity, I would not have the friends I’ve been blessed with. Without diversity, I would not have my son. Without diversity, I would not have my niece. Without diversity, I would not have had an extended family that helped me raise my children. Without diversity, I wouldn’t know how to make tamales – food is very important. I weave the friendships I have into my stories because I don’t know any different.  We are a mixture of different worlds that should be celebrated.

I’m going to write. I’m going to write. Do I blog? Do I tweet? Do I let FB suck me in? Or do I look at the pictures of my kids they post on social media? What I should do is send out queries for my finished manuscript and edit the other in progress. That is too frightening. So instead, I start a blog. A random blog that I will post my work, because this way I may get over my fears.  And learn how to blog. Maybe I’ll just go feed the dogs. Or sleep. Sleep is always good.