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Dime con quién andas y te diré quién eres.
– Popular Mexican Dicho
En la Frontera: Checkpoints
Growing up in the RGV, there are certain things we assume everyone else experiences. Maybe it’s just my ignorance that I didn’t realize until my 20s that checkpoints are unique to the region I grew up in. Not something to brag about, but something to point out to my friends north of the Valle. View…
Altares for mis muertos
During this year’s Day of the Dead, I took a step back to breathe in the emotions that come with remembering my muertos. There are days of guilt for moving on with experiences I wish I could’ve shared with them. Fiestas, new additions to the family, laughter, memories. Nobody warned me that time would make…
My New Book! La La Landia
My new book from FlowerSong Press has been released this month! It is a collection of poetry from the last decade and includes poetry that reminisces about El Valle when I grew up and our borderlands sister cities in el otro la’o. Here’s the synopsis:The borderlands of South Texas are the backdrop to this lively…
Little Moments: 3/20/22
I’d like to say it’s been an eventful day, but it really hasn’t. Hasn’t been a lazy day either. I’ve spent most of the day with my hair up in an unflattering bun and typesetting a book as part of my work with FlowerSong Press. Which, btw, many new book releases are coming up -…
Ventanas
I ran across this image a couple of hours ago of my nephew Fabian. He’s a sassy pre-teen now, but in this photo, he was momentarily a pensive toddler. He’s looking out of his bis-abuelita Pera’s living room window, staring at the plants or cars passing by. In the instant that I saw this photo…
Trip Across the Border
For someone who grew up in the borderlands, a fifteen minute drive from the frontera, it is so strange to reflect on my connection to el otro la’o. I still live in the same region, but dislocated from what was once a home-away-from-home. Just a few weeks ago, what was shocking to me at first…
Dulceria Shop Stop
Planning a sobrino’s birthday party is a family affair. Everyone pitching in to help out without being asked because, trust me, there will come a time when the favor will be returned. Maybe it’s a Suarez thing to wait til last minute, like literally the week before, to decide to throw a fiesta. And so…
Rinconcitos off the Beaten Path
One of the random hobbies I picked up from my mom is taking road trips within El Valle in search for curious or historical or haunted or abandoned or quirky places. Whether it be a planned trip or a spur of the moment occasion, there’s something about it that makes the experience seem like an…
Jackson Ranch Cemetery
In February of 2019, I first found out about the historical Jackson Ranch Church Cemetery during a local history program at McAllen Public Library. As part of their Black History Month celebration, the program ventured into the past of the Jackson Ranch as part of the Underground Railroad leading into Mexico. Prior to that, I…
Apa, The Babysitter
Apa has become that abuelito he didn’t imagine he’d become. The babysitter. Any time I stop by for a visit, I can certainly expect to find a niece or nephew (sometimes the entire lot of them) spending time with their grandpa. And if none are there, he’s likely to be out and about visiting them.…
Un Recuerdo: Breakfast con Abuelo
Mementos are powerful. Take, for example, this photograph I’d taken with my Abuelo Eduardo over 10 years ago. Looking at it is like a time-machine transporting me to that precise moment, feelings and all. The morning in that photo, I awoke feeling like it was straight from a Folger’s coffee commercial. Sin ganas de despertar.…
I Sometimes Imagine Borders
I sometimes imagine borders when I think of home. Not the physical lines that cross through the green blues of the Rio Grande, swelling against the cactus of the dry heat. No, not the obvious terrain without a bloom of roses or the branches of poincianas. The liminal borders I pretend to imagine come to…
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Priscilla Celina Suárez 