I held onto a dream that is only recently seeing the light of day. Statistically I was one of three dozen "Latinos" in my hometown, in 1990. While according to the census data, there is a fifty-percent chance I was designated as a white-Latino. Even after the dust has settled, the outcome is confusing. All I can speak upon is the latest iteration I find myself occupying.
I want to be an entrepreneur; I am being afforded the opportunity to walk down this path.
I have been a writer; I'm finishing up a chapbook to be released this Spring.
I am a musician; though for the time being I focus on getting others into the studio.
I wish I could spend more time in the kitchen.