Frida Kahlo | Be your own muse
I love it when Frida — la Friducha — was chingona. The beautiful, delicate woman husband Diego Rivera used to call his paloma, his dove. She wasn’t always beautiful and delicate. Struggling with her ailing body from a young age, she didn’t have any extra effs left to give. She was herself — unique, raw, […]
When your daughter is a tween feminist
The older my daughter gets, the more she reminds me of myself. Every time I think on it, it catches me by surprise. You see, she doesn’t really look like me, with those impossibly thin, long limbs and the straight brown hair. With her full lips and slight overbite, she favors my mother and my […]