Jessica Barksdale Inclán's debut novel Her Daughter's Eyes, published in 2001, was the premier novel published under New American Library's new imprint Accent.
This is one of the first Independence Days I've spent without children. For the past two years, my youngest was home and we grilled some poor animal and had festive side dishes and watched firewo
I don't play an instrument any more, and I"m not into the blues. The music and lyrics creep me out because one sounds okay, and the other makes you want to go home and slit your wrists. An
Every generation has those who say what we know is all over. Sometimes, sadly or for the better, those prognosticators are right. The end is not only near, it's here. I haven't lived through
The only reading I got done yesterday involved The NY Times, The SF Chronicle, and redroom blogs, which were so interesting to me in terms of discussing King Lear and &qu
Sleeping and I have always had an interesting relationship. It comes easy to me and I don't usually have insomnia, but in the hours between 4 and 6, if anything chances to wake me up, I'm up. M
I'm sure you've been on the edge of your seats, dying to know what happened in regards to a number of my most scintillating posts. Here's a quick update:
So there we are down at Oakland PD, at the vehicle impoundment office at the crack of 8, and we find out that the car we are trying to get out--the same one we've been trying to get out for two day
King Lear was in my purse all yesterday as I learned new and exciting things about vehicle impoundment and anarchy. I manged to pull it out twice because we had a little wait in the offi
I keep teaching books that I want to understand. I never end up truly understanding any of them fully, and then I will stop and then later come back to them later, at another semester, feeling pr
I have always been clear on the basic human instinct for immigration law but never really understood the application. We are tribal peoples in our cores, that old insider/outsider behavior pretty
I am currently in the midst of my summer session at Diablo Valley College and have just started up an Introduction to Fiction class for UCLA. Both classes are online, so I can teach in my swim su
The last small thing I cared for was Bean, a tiny black cat who found my family and me in 1995. One morning I opened the door of my house in East Oakland, and there he was, standing on the porch.