"Navigating the Colonial Landscape: A Mexican-American Teacher's Journey in the American Education System"
I read this news today. "Texas Supreme Court clears way for state’s education agency to take over Houston ISD" , and like so many others that I read, I return to my time as a columnist in the early 2000s. Since 2020, I left the op-ed to take care of myself, my old dreams or build new dreams. Part of my history of failures and frustrations is due to my activism both in Ciudad Juarez and El Paso. And it's not that I became activist for personal victory, no, my woman's body thought I was a pot or a portal through which injustices towards others would see the light of justice. So I walked, with my grandmother's body inside mine and therefore misplaced from my place in the family and social constellation. The point here is that I reached menopause and its aches but the desire to investigate, think, read, write, conclude, and share did not go away. And this headline in the Houston portals and my recent experience within it, triggered my return to the old ways. My person