Month: November 2023

For reasons I’ll never in my life understand, my five year old daughter sat at the breakfast table with me this morning and pointed at my high school 20th reunion sticker on the fridge that says “Joanna Carmona” and said to me “that’s not your last name.” She was upset. She said I needed to… Continue reading Third time’s a charm

Querida Honduras, Veo que lees mi blog todos los días.¿Qué buscas?Él es tuyo. No te preocupes.No lo quiero. He seguido adelante. He dejado un pedazo de mi corazón en Nueva York.  Joanna

The following is another guest post by someone who is way too funny and shall also remain nameless. I was at grandparents lake house for Thanksgiving. My aunt and her two small children came. The lake house is owned by my mom’s dad and the aunt that came is my dad’s sister. She is mad… Continue reading Just a broken group of idiots

Rebecca, if I had known it was that easy I would have pressed the delete button Years ago

I wish I were a time traveler.I’d go back and talk to her. I’d find her on the beach reading a book.She’s sitting in her favorite spot, seven blocks from her apartment, looking out into the Pacific. Her hair is up to her chin. Her nose ring sparkles in the sun.She’s pondering what’s ahead. I’d tell… Continue reading Time traveler

You tried to explain away your radio silence. You edited and rewrote in your mind your version of events to keep yourself blameless.To keep you as the victim. To make it all about you. For the four hundredth time. You think I don’t see you, but I do.I see everyone, especially you. But your damage… Continue reading Radio silence

The following is a guest post by someone who shall remain nameless and has been translated into English from its original Spanish version. Cursed woman, you are a son of a *****, ******* *******, you are a ******* ******, a **** ****. You are not going to have a future, you poor unclean woman. Is… Continue reading Cursed woman

It’s 3 a.m. (again) and instead of writing, I’m sharing a few of my favorite shots from the Berm photoshoot. They are a beautiful and talented band. And, as if that weren’t enough, they let me pretend to be a photographer for an afternoon. It was really fun to adventure in Purgatory Chasm with this… Continue reading Getting stuck in purgatory

Some of my blogs allude to pieces of my memoir though I’ve intentionally decided to not reveal anything major from my book. It is a far-fetched and real dream of mine to become an author. Not an author on the side, not an author with a full-time job, an author author. I’m actively working on the dream as… Continue reading Vomit

R and A, you save me. You move me. You keep me afloat. You make mundane days into my favorite moments. You’re ten and five. I cry as I write your ages for you’ll never be these again. I want to keep you as you are: wrapped in wonder and joy and so much contagious… Continue reading Ten and five