I’ve been Tejana-Méx all my life: born in McAllen, schooled in Dallas, settled in San Antonio. 

I’ve never heard a cowboy say yee-haw. Never had a conversation with a daughter of the republic. 

Growing up on Crockett Street, 1970s Alamo, meant ruby red grapefruits and Grease Lightning. Somersaults under a flipping baton. Friday Goth in Reynosa. Big Bird sightings over the horizon and running through open fields arms flying wide open while a dust cropper sprayed pesticides like rain. 

My page and stage characters live the Tejana-Méx tugga-war, the collision of dualities: Lechuza y la Donkey Lady lunching at Luby’s.

My work provides intersections of Tejana, Chicana, Méxicana and Gothic identities. 

I write short stories, profiles, and nonfiction essays and turn them into performances.

My Tejana protagonists are mujer malas, women who rebel against cultural expectations, while at the same time embracing the duality of Tejana-Méx border life, and the complexity of female roles of mother, lover, and Virgen. 

Sometimes, my female characters behave “like men.” They are urban legends, la Border Goth. All my characters, to various degrees, are isolated and searching for a place of comfort, a place to call home. Within this choque culture of the Tejas Borderlands, a home is difficult to find.