Liz Márquez

Liz was born into a big, beautiful, and loud Ecuadorian-American family. For the first nineteen years of her life, they lived in Clifton, New Jersey, until the cold weather got to be too much. While she was not initially a fan of the move to Texas, Liz now adores the city of Houston, so much so that she had the downtown skyline tattooed on her forearm. Houston proudly witnessed her graduate with a degree in Bilingual Education and joyfully watched her become a seasoned classroom teacher. Houston most importantly taught Liz how to two-step and line dance, while reminding her of her deep love for old-school Latin salsa. Houston beamed with excitement when she unexpectedly fell in love with a Pasadena-raised country-lovin’ boy who would become her husband and the father of their little boy. Now, Houston gets a front-row seat to Liz’s unfolding, healing, and becoming through the art of storytelling and poetry. Telling and writing stories was always Liz’s first and greatest love, and coming back to it now for her feels like coming home. Here in Houston, or wherever she and her family end up, she rests easy, knowing they are forever gathered under the wings of the Divine.

Día de los Muertos: Remembering our Ancestors

It’s been almost ten years since my feet have touched the soil of my motherland, Ecuador, and I don’t know how I’ve let so much time pass. The last time I was there, I...
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Celebrating the Bilingual Child Month

During the first week of the school year, I told my students how lucky they were to have their bilingualism supported and valued. I shared with them how bilingual education wasn’t an option for...

Celebrating Latinx Heritage Month: At Home and Around Houston

One of my favorite books, Mujerista Theology by Ada María Isasi-Díaz, says this: “As a foreigner in an alien land, I have not inherited a garden from my mother but rather a bunch of...
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The World Open Before You: To My Son on His First Day of Pre-K

Mi amor, my sweet boy. I’m not sure where the last four years went. I don’t know when you got too big for my arms, but here we are. Just a few days away...
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Coping with Chronic Pain

I never glowed during pregnancy. Sure, friends and family would tell me I looked great and praised the baby belly, but I never felt good in my pregnant body. For me, back pain started...
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Intergenerational Healing: An Inheritance Worth Fighting For

A few months ago, I got into a strong argument with my younger sister. While talking about how I was raising my son, she began to voice some concerns: “You’re just doing it so...
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Hope Restored: A Reflection on Couples Therapy

I never had wedding day jitters. I was always entirely and thoroughly convinced I was marrying the love of my life, my best friend in the whole world. I knew that, if indeed two...

3 Reasons We Should Be Lovin’ on the Library

Growing up, I was always that kid—the one who, instead of sneaking out of her house to hang out with friends, would sneak a book and a flashlight under the covers and read all...
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Practicing Consent: One Mama’s How and Why

When my partner and I first found out we were pregnant, I got a little wild like most first-time mothers do, and dived headfirst into all things baby: planning our nursery theme, picking out...

Be Your Own Valentine: A Self-Love Journey Worth Taking

Without fail, every time I get together with my girlfriends, I whine and complain that we don't get to spend time with each other nearly as often as I would like. And, without fail,...