If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.