It’s only been a day and my mom is loosing it.
I call her “My Teenage Mom” because, even tho she’s a retired woman of a certain age, Marty’s reverted to moody, rebellious behavior and temper tantrums galore.
Today I caught her trying to sneak out to the panaderia.
“What are you doing? You’re not going anywhere.”
There’s dramatic yelling and doors get slammed. My Teenage Mom.
I may have to take her car keys away! Lolz.
I baked Marty some blueberry and cornbread muffins. She cheered up immediately. Fresh bread is calming.
Baking is especially soothing at this time. It helps me pretend we are choosing this confinement to be cozy.
The skies this morning were deceptively beautiful, fooling us into thinking nothing is wrong. It’s hard to believe this gorgeous world has turned deadly.
This afternoon we teach a Media Arts Santa Ana workshop on Zoom. We started this course a few weeks ago, meeting in person with a dozen students at Santa Ana’s Grand Central Art Center. Now we all convene online. It’s surreal.
I’ll post a link to the archived class when we upload it. In the meantime, here’s a link to last week’s edition featuring guest speakers Irene “Prestige” Soto and Mario “Scar” Ponce of “Cholos Try“!