Richard Tovar Rangel, Jr.

so young when i brought you into the world,

yet with you came wisdom i hadn't gained from this world.

did you come to teach me patience, unconditional love & tolerance?

you were my stable ground when the world swayed from side to side.

Mother & Daughter

this would be me and my daughter sheyane five years ago. this was before she was too cool to sit on my lap for a picture.....

looking back at old pictures is always so surreal and sometimes extremely sad. why is it we are never "in the moment" that pictures are taken. when i look back at them, i wonder what i was thinking then, what were my worries, my fears, my dreams. what was i thankful for, wishing for and hiding from?

they say a picture is worth a thousand words but i can't think of one except for hmmmm....

My baby girl is growing up

this is my baby girl. she left to spend some time in texas with my parents, my oldest child (her big brother) and her dad. she takes up so much of my life when she is with me that when she is gone, there is a void.
i miss you little girl!!!

Work in a bookstore and too poor to buy a book

i saw the most amazing book cover on this book today in the store:
Only Revolutions: A Novel by Mark Z. Danielewski.
once i read the inside flap, i realized this book is written by the author of
House of Leaves a book that came out awhile back and developed a cult following.
i lifted the sleeve of the book and discovered it is glossy with sea creatures, birds, irredescent bugs, shells, skulls and much much more. a most amazing collage. and the story seems quite interesting. you must read some reviews for yourself.
anyway, as much as i want it, at my hourly wage i would have to work three hours to buy it and it just doesn't seem fair.
oh well, maybe i can absorb it through osmosis!!!

Show me the writing!

wow
don't know where the summer went outside of the bookstore. unfortunately i am perfecting the art of procrastination as far as my writing is going. can't believe it is september already.
the air is changing and i feel the fall creeping up which i love more than words can say.
i really want to be out west. want to see the mountains. want to feel the dry air. want to wear sweaters and scarfs. want to layer clothes and hide under blankets and read.
i've noticed all of the celebrities writing books and feel the guilt of not making the time to write seriously, submit consistently and hope to begin devoting some time to my writing. if they can find the time to write, what's my excuse?
i'll be back sooner than before.