If you are not from Texas or my hometown of Dallas, you probably don’t know who Amber Guyger is. You probably don’t know why her story has turned the city inside out or why the outcomes of her actions became a dark cloud over the city of Dallas that will not be erased anytime soon.
As a native Texan, I have a deep love for Mexican Food. FYI, Mexican food is made up of more than margaritas and burritos. It is packed full of color and flavor. It is like the vibrancy of life are contained in each individual bite. So I was excited to explore one of the best Mexican restaurants in Dallas, Texas at Jalisco Norte. The first thing to note about this place is the modern city vibe contained within the walls while the purely authentic music pouring from the speakers into the street. So get ready for some of the best Mexican food you will ever have.
Fall is my favorite time of the year. The changing of the leaves, ghoulish decorations, and tasty treats that appear are my few of favorite things that appear during this time of the year. Yesterday on September 23, 2019 was the first day of fall and despite the insistent heat in Texas, I plan to celebrate. How? Well I created my ultimate fall bucket list of things I want to accomplish before Jack Frost makes his presence known.
As a college student, I can attest to loving some college courses and not loving others. However, this past semester I had one of my favorite course since the start of my college career. The course was based on the political and economic development in Latin America because this region of world despite its vast resources, the region still lacks economic and cultural prosperities.
Historically, Latin America was colonized by several European countries that sent resources and goods back to their countries without compensation to natives. This put the region in a disadvantage when it came to early economic power after revolution from their colonial masters because their resources were still in the control of the colonials via land grants or money for the goods that did receive payment vs. the native who worked the land. Those that held the power on the resources took advantage of these infant governments and made the governing to their advantage despite the cut ties to their European ancestors. This continued the viscous cycle of the average population not receiving benefits of more open trading and economic opportunities in the world. A cycle which still is in effect today.
Monet was an artist that came out of the Impressionist era of the art world. One of his most famous paintings being the water lilies from his garden. However, it wasn’t until his later years that his passion for painting manifest with pure dream worthy quality. This passion helped him push forward after World War I, and losing his first son along with his wife. After World War I, the world was celebrating it’s new found peace at the same time mourning the loss of family and friends. Monet was like many and fell into depression and left the world of art for a few years. However, he soon found the inspiration to paint again after his friends encouraged him to pick up the paint brush and use his sadness to paint.
He created his dream gardens at his home in Giverny. He painted in the dream like quality finished and unfinished brush strokes. He wanted to take viewers into his garden and surround in this paradise he created for himself. Monet was a mad man. He filled 2 studios full of paintings of his paradise and he shared it with the world. He didn’t let his growing age stop him. He didn’t let his medical difficulties stop him. He never let blindness impede upon his dream. He started to play with the styles that manifested with artist like Picasso but stuck to the dream like quality.
Tucked away behind a donut shop and insurance company is a nondescript strip mall. When you step out of your car, you can see the odd blinds covering the windows along with the crinkled poster listing when the are open. Past the unfinished wood door is supposedly one of the top 50 restaurants in Dallas called Mr. Max, but nothing on the outside would lead you to believe it. However, I promise you that with a leap of faith you will find a little piece of Japan that will transport miles away from the Texas heat.
Opening the door, you are greeted by the smiling hostess while shuffling to the side of the tiny hallway so guest can pass you. Peek around the bend to see, tatami tables full of guests speaking a variety of languages, and a long bar in front of the kitchen where you can watch the kitchen bustle out orders. The walls are covered in vintage Japanese poster along with Japanese Kanji listing the offering for the menu with tiny English handwriting underneath for those who do not read Kanji. Find the little figurines throughout the place that give the restaurant a homey feel. Just on appearance alone, I was beyond excited. This bar looked like it came off the streets of Tokyo but it was actually in Irving, Texas. I was convinced I entered my Japanese happy place.
On the news and in the papers, I have been seeing more shopping malls closing. It seems like the world is closing up shop on the brick and mortar stores. So what will happen to shopping for clothes? All my life, when you shopped for clothes you went to the mall and spent all day browsing hundreds of stores looking for the one or two pieces that you need. The stores are filled with an overwhelming amount of clothes and styles that may or may not work for your body type. I do not like going to shop at malls because of all the negative body, bamboozlement of colors, and overload of choices. I often myself leaving the mall with items of clothing that I needed but no idea how to pair them with my existing closet. So frustrated with traditional shopping, I started searching for a new way to update my closet. I was happy to find Stitch Fix!
This father’s day I have decide to publicly write a letter to my dad, the man who raised me and helped me grow into the woman that I am. To my dearest father,
Thank you for loving me over the years and raising me to be who I am. You raised me to be strong and proud! You taught me how to throw a ball even though I have zero athletic ability. You made sure I knew what was right from wrong. You taught me what love should look like and to never accept anything less from anyone. You drove me to every practice and game I signed up for even though you were busy with work. You taught me to drive even though I was terrified. (Sorry about giving you grey hair from it!) I have realized I have a lot to be thankful to you for over the years!
In the world of fashion, haute couture is the highlight of every season. If you are not familiar with haute couture, here is a quick definition creation of exclusive custom-fitted clothing. There are many fashion houses that offer these masterpieces but very few have the reputation of making some of the most cutting edge piece along with the history to back them up. It just so happens that the Dallas Museum of Art hosted a special exhibit featuring some of the fashion house Dior’s greatest creations along with piece of the house’s historical archive. So let’s dive in to the world of haute couture and discover Dior: Paris to the World.
There are few things that bring the diverse population of America together. Food and sports seem to be the over arching things that bring us together. However, one sport has ingrained itself into our lives outside the field as much as baseball. When we see the picture of an idilic childhood in the movies it is that of a parent throwing a baseball back and forth with their child. Early on in school, we learn the cheerful tunes of Take Me Out to the Ball Game. We study historic figures in baseball’s hall of fame that hallmarked the merging of a more diverse and accepting place.