Looking out my window in 2020 and remembering a view from the past.
Author: Nancy Mendez-Booth
Storm clouds
Dire and damning. That’s what authority sounds like to me–and it gives me comfort.
Dancing when no one’s watching
Things to do during the isolation of pandemic: give up picking my nose, dance to WBLS as I work from home.
One Boricua’s story. Onstage. One night only.
Friends, I am happy to share that tickets to the first staged reading of my one-woman show are available: Wednesday, March 13, 2019 | 7:30 pm | Jersey City Theater Center | Tickets and information: Click here “I Don’t Know How She Does It” is the story of one Boricua’s rise from the projects to the Pulitzer, despite an apathetic […]
Performance: Thursday, October 19, 6-8pm, Jersey City
I will be performing with Amel Khalil and Summer Dawn Reyes on Thursday, October 19. The performance will be held in the second floor lecture hall at Harborside 2 Business Center on 200 Hudson Street in Jersey City (adjacent to the Exchange Place PATH station). The event is free and open to the public. […]
Pa’ mi gente.
Hurricane Maria made landfall in Puerto Rico earlier today. I’m a nuyorican, born and raised in the U.S. On the mainland, I’m often told I don’t look or sound Puerto Rican. On the island, boricuas look at me suspect, and whisper gringa behind my back. But make no mistake: the island is in my […]
Going public. (part four of an in-progress series)
(Refresh your memory: Click here for part three.) I blame Sofie. I was nervous about sitting in the backseat of the Honda CRV. It was a two-hour drive from the Albany train station to the artists center. Sitting in the front passenger seat would isolate me from the two fellow residents in the backseat, […]
Latinas Get Things Done
La Nancy unites Latinas to save the world from the North Korean nuclear threat. https://www.facebook.com/nancymendezboothwriter/
Wish granted. (part three of an in-progress series)
The first time was in the back seat of a Honda CRV. It was unexpected. I had anticipated the opposite that morning: the day was supposed to be the beginning of one month alone. Before the magic in the Honda, I arrived to the Albany train station and reminded myself that I had resolved to […]
No friends, no fear. (part two of an in-progress series)
People were the problem. Four weeks in the Adirondacks were the solution. No wifi. No cell phone service. No accessible town with coffee shops or bars or bodegas that sold fistfuls of Laffy Taffy and Swedish Fish for fifty cents. One month at a lake-front artists colony in a small hamlet two hours north […]