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“The Flesh That Lets Us Walk”
What’s something you believe everyone should know. We are a speck among many specks — a grain of sand in the endless shore of humanity, earth, and all that breathes upon it. And yet, we are magic. We are the spacemen walking. The soul is the conductor. The flesh is the spacesuit. Without it, we… Continue reading
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“I Wanted Motion.”
🎥 Filmed after the journal — same night, same motion. Sometimes the story doesn’t end with words. 📓 Tuesday, October 28, 2025 — 5:25 p.m. Driving through the industrial heart of Los Angeles — Central Avenue and 14th Street. To my right, a Shell station. To my left, brick buildings dressed in graffiti like layered memories.… Continue reading
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“Fear Ages Faster”
To me, being a kid at heart means removing the seriousness we attach to age. I’m not saying “age is just a number.” What I mean is — look at the number, and ask: Do I want to spend my best years being afraid to live, only to realize later I no longer have the… Continue reading
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“Where God Meets Earth”
What is your favorite form of physical exercise? Running at the beach. Day or night, it doesn’t matter — just me, the sand, and the sound of the ocean breathing. The cool breeze hits different when you’re alone out there. Wet sand, dry sand — it doesn’t matter. You feel every step, grounded and free… Continue reading
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“The Woman Who Never Missed Work”
Describe a family member. My mother stands five feet tall — though she’ll tell you otherwise. Back in her younger days, she’d rock her heels and claim 5’4”, proud and playful about it. She crossed the border in 1979 at nineteen years old, chasing a better life with nothing but grit and faith. Two kids… Continue reading
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“Lessons I’d Trade a Wish For.”
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for? If I had three magic wishes, they wouldn’t be about money, fame, or power. They’d be about time, understanding, and heart. Wish One: I’d spend one more full day with my grandmother Consuelo — just me and her. When I was nine, we watched… Continue reading
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‘Art in Motion.”
What is your favorite form of physical exercise? My favorite form of exercise has always been hitting the punching bag. Most people think it’s a way to let out anger or frustration — a release valve for the chaos inside. But for me, it’s not about that. It’s about rhythm. It’s about being in tune… Continue reading
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“A Dollar Less, a Lesson More”
I’m sitting here, a bit worn out from today’s running around — trying to make sales. Now I sit typing away, listening to Rocío Dúrcal’s Amor Eterno. Sometimes I stop and think, what am I doing? This morning, at 8 a.m., I was loading my van to head out — another day after another, after… Continue reading
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“The Boy at KFC”
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? Last night, I talked to my brother about his life growing up in Tijuana — sleeping on a concrete floor with just a pillow and a blanket. Selling clothes and shoes on the street. Getting robbed. Tires slashed. Bullied in school.… Continue reading