Morning Breakfast Scenes

My grandparents died when I was 7 years old. They were the greatest spiritual influence of my life and I only enjoyed their flesh-and-blood earthly relationship during my first few (formative) years. I remember sitting with them in the sacred space of our small breakfast table with Bibles opened, over-medium eggs and New Mexico red chili, a folded tortilla on the side, and ribbons of steam ascending from their coffee mugs.

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New Year

I love the catastrophe that is my kitchen during the holiday season. My post-Christmas counters are packed with half-empty San Pellegrino bottles, Rubbermaid containers filled with breakfast cookies and dried out gingerbread houses stuck to cardboard foundations. My cabinets hold fresh containers of ginger, cream of tartar, nutmeg and sprinkles as evidence of a season most fully enjoyed.

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Hope and Love

My beautiful baby grandson went to church on Sunday morning, November 5, 2017. Together with his mom and dad, they celebrated his first 2 months of life on this planet at church. He is my returned son’s son. His name is Craig Robert Schultz III. Trey. Craig the 3rd. Craig Junior Junior. “Treyvon”, as we lovingly refer to him.

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I wrote a book

Not the book I imagined myself writing. I wanted to be the vibrant, funny voice of Latina moms everywhere, like a Mexican version of Ree Drummond. Instead of chicken pot pie recipes, I would share the secrets of my yummy brisket tacos, or my Mama’s breakfast burritos or my Grandma Rose’s spanish rice. 

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What's Next?

The Summer of 1976 was the summer I vowed never to swim in the ocean and the Summer of 2017 was my summer of writing a book. I'm all in. No throwing the transcript away and quietly moving on with my life. No slithering back in the shadows.

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Home Page

Still nursing my body from the book I just birthed, I jumped right in and launched a website. It was very much like bringing a baby home from the hospital and getting dressed to take the rest of the kids to a baseball game the next day. Sorry, men, if female language makes you queasy, I promise to balance it out with a sports reference. See how I did that? 

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