by UnknownMami on May 2, 2012
The time has come to properly introduce myself to you. I started this blog in 2009 and had no idea what it would grow into. To say that I am pleasantly surprised is an understatement.
When I first started blogging I donned a paper bag to keep myself honest. I believed that a certain sense of anonymity would allow me to in a way be more transparent and it worked. I did feel like I could be more open, more myself, and not worry about El Qué Dirán. I would reveal my true identity to a few people here and there, but for the most part I was happy to be the blogger behind the paper bag. It felt safe.
As the blog has grown, it has become harder and harder to keep my identity a secret and if you really wanted to know you could have figured it out. I’ve left clues. I Facebook “like” my own page under my real name. I’ve “accidentally” sent emails and blog subscriptions from my personal account.
The paper bag has served me well, but it no longer feels like it is keeping me honest. It is starting to feel like I am hiding behind it and I don’t want to hide. I am ready to just be me. Even The Unknown Comic eventually revealed himself. So here goes… [Click for more...]
by UnknownMami on May 1, 2012
5/02/2012
Be here.
You never know what you might see.
by UnknownMami on September 21, 2011
Sometimes it feels like my life is one fascinating pile of laundry after another.
Does anyone ever grow up dreaming of doing laundry? I don’t think so, but I guess we don’t grow up dreaming of so many things that we will end up doing time and time again.
Sisyphus has a rock, I have laundry.
I don’t particularly like doing laundry. I don’t think it’s fun, but it’s also not awful.
As I fold wrinkled clothes that I let sit too long because I was busy doing things that are far more important or enjoyable than laundry, I think. I think of how terrible I am at folding clothes. I think about how my husband needs new underwear because the ones he has are getting old and how more often than not he chooses to get “us” something instead of getting himself things. I think about how lucky I am to have Luna Pie’s tiny clothes to fold because for a while doctors didn’t think she would ever make it, but she did and now I get to fold her clothes. I think about how big Put Pie is getting, how she is no longer a baby and how I never knew I would like her as much as I do…I mean I knew I would love her, but I had no idea I would like her so much. I think about how my clothes don’t fit like they used to, how my body has changed and how much my body does for me and my family.
Like I said, sometimes it feels like my life is one fascinating pile of laundry after another.
I don’t envy Sisyphus and his rock, but I bet Sisyphus envies me and my fascinating laundry.
by UnknownMami on August 22, 2011
I am from here and there and a few places you’d never want to visit.
I am from loud voices en Español talking over each other and broken English spoken to make the non-Spanish speaker feel comfortable.
I am from food so delicious you’ll keep eating even when you are full.
I am from laughter that makes your throw your head back with abandon.
I am from love that will always find someone to love.
I am from pain that won’t go away, but pleasure that makes me forget.
I am from anger that fights for what is right.
I am from people who say, “But you don’t look Mexican.”
I am from meztizos that know Mexicans can look like me.
I am from abundant creativity.
I am from stages painted black hours before a performance and costumes held together with safety pins.
I am from wonderful friends and their generosity.
I am from books that helped me escape when I was a child and formed me as an adult.
I am from choices I’ve made that have led to my beautiful family.
Where are you from?
I pinched this idea from Absence of Alternatives, who pinched it from someone else, who pinched it from someone else. Feel free to do the same.
