An Introduction to Twitter – 6 Ways to Promote Your Business, Organisation Or Club on Twitter

About 9 months in the past I was contacted by a client who was energized about Twitter and all it had to provide. At the time, I need to confess I knew extremely small about social media: Twitter was basically a title I had read in the paper but I was naive to all it had to supply. I felt like perhaps I had ignored one of the most critical new marketing and advertising tools on supply and I put Twitter on my record of things to attempt in the very close to long term. I was still a small not sure about tweeting and made a decision to 1st give it a go with one thing which was not company associated: my karate club. I am so pleased I did and I am now making use of it day-to-day in my personal company as properly.

In my pre-Twitter days, I would maintain in touch with my customers as often as doable but it was often a bit worrying that maybe I was sending one particular also many e-shots or producing a mobile phone call as well few. Those days of be concerned are over. You see, anyone that wishes to get updated on what is new on provide basically wants to verify out my Twitter page. Before Twitter, I would need to despatch e-shots, brochures etc. Now my info is previously distributed! It is there for anybody that wishes to study it when they want to study it. They basically want to go to my Twitter page to get up to date rapidly.

You may possibly ask how this is distinct to visiting a company’s own website. Can you not set updates there as a substitute? Well, it is a great deal different. You see, Twitter only makes it possible for you to create quick statements of 140 characters or less, including a net page link. You require to make your messages short and to the stage. This common social media web site is also interactive. I have a lot a lot more typical contact with my customers, close friends, suppliers and even competitors that was every single just before possible.

So how do you accomplish success making use of Twitter? Try the following 5 recommendations and you will be effectively on your way.

Open your totally free account: This is easy. You simply will need to go to and fill in your particulars along with an email and password.

Appear For Individuals to Stick to: Twitter has a ‘people finder’ in the best proper corner. Look for companies or folks you know and press the adhere to button. The a lot more the merrier. Try to find and stick to businesses or people you would like to adhere to you and eventually do company with you. If the companies and men and women you adhere to are interested in your products and providers they will. This will assist generate a local community of followers: a captive audience if you like of men and women that are interested in what you have to say.

Make speak to with people subsequent you: When people get started to follow you, be positive to make speak to with them. Thank them for following you and supply your details once again. Something like: “Thank you for following (your business). If you require any details about (your product/s or solutions) please do not hesitate to make contact with me”, will do just very good.

Tweet Regularly: Perhaps you could make a behavior of tweeting your particular of the day each early morning with a hyperlink to the particular on your web site or you could introduce your customers to an report you just had published. Try not to make it all about business. Take an interest in your Twitter neighborhood. Think of this as a way to make the two company and informal conversation with your on-line neighborhood. If all you do is speak about organization all the time, people will soon switch off and end following you.

Shell out time on Building Your Local community: Soon after only one particular month on Twitter, the Google Page Rank of my Twitter page had by now gone to PR3. That is rapidly. The much more men and women that comply with you, the greater your Google Page Rank. Links pack to your website could turn out to be more substantial.

Really don’t overlook to Advertise You Are on Twitter: In your blogs, content articles and of program on your website let the men and women that make any difference know exactly where you are. You can also market your Twitter page on any printed media you may well deliver out. Make certain your buyers know in which to discover you and to hold in touch.

Yearbook Ideas to Make Your High School Yearbook a Success

Are you working on a yearbook? If you are doing some of the planning for high school yearbooks, it can often be difficult to come up with good yearbook ideas. There is quite a bit of work that goes into making a great yearbook, but with the right yearbook ideas, it can be much easier. Read on for some tips that you may be able to incorporate into a high school yearbook or other yearbook project. Use Contrast When you design a page layout, use strong contrast to differentiate one section from another. Don’t group items that look similar unless you want a section of similar items noticeably together. Making different sections stand out in very obvious ways helps each individual element hold visual interest. Items that are supposed to be similar can have a common thread or theme, but make sure that when you are grouping different club or team pictures on one page they stand out from one another. Repeat Themes Try to choose one overriding theme for the yearbook, and repeat elements of that theme as you move through your design. Yearbook ideas should come through on more than just one page to help the book seem cohesive. Choosing a theme for your yearbook is often the first project in a high school yearbooks class-you try to find areas within the yearbook where that theme can be repeated in a stylish and interesting way.

Align Your Yearbook Page Items As you lay out pictures and quotes to go in the pages of your high school yearbook, make sure that everything aligns well with the other objects on the page. Never allow one picture, mascot or quote to be set apart from the page as a whole. Items that aren’t aligned with the rest of the page will seem awkward and out of place, and might ruin otherwise great yearbook ideas.



I’m delighted to have a second article published at The On Being Project Blog (formerly The On Being Blog).

In We Survive by Telling Stories I discuss folklore, faith, and prayer. This one is dedicated to my grampito who tells the best stories. Come by. I’d love to hear from you.

Thank you for your support. I am so grateful for you, dear reader.




A poem in response to families separated at the Texas/Mexico border, separated on indigenous land, separated by walls, and separated by unjust travel bans.


On holy land, between a mesquite shrub
and a Mexican willow whose purple buds bow
in adoration, a mother sets out on a pilgrimage,
un peregrinaje en el camino de una santa tierra.

She carries her child on her hip
like women have always carried this world,
ganchado – between the sacred bosom of life
and the warrior thigh that crushes the serpent.

Her talones kick up dirt, a holy danza amid
a swirling, languid breeze on land
which has been stolen from her.

Chin held high, wings spread wide,
she is the resistance.

She knows what awaits her arrival
at the border el diablo anda suelto,
ready to rip the world from her hips,
but she knows where to hide the medicine,

tucked beneath her hijitas wings.

Cucurrucucú paloma
Cucurrucucú no llores

As hijitos and hijitas sit in manmade cages,
detentions they will call them, their wings carry
los antepasados like rayos de luz within.

And when the cage gets lonely, los antepasados
remind los hijitas and hijitos of the land they stand on.

And they will hear

Cucurrucucú paloma
Cucurrucucú no llores

A mother’s pilgrimage never ends.

She journeys the many separations
she’s endured since giving birth to the world.

On holy land, between a tent city in Tornillo
and the lurking eyes of government institutions,

she prays her rosary, beads she must recall by faith
since their confiscation at port of entry.

She remembers the medicine she hid in the wings
of her hijitos and hijitas. She sings to herself

Cucurrucucú paloma
Cucurrucucú no llores

Blessed be the mother who spreads her wings in resistance.
Blessed be the mother who reclaims her land.

Blessed be the mother who meets the devil nose to nose
until her hijitas and hijitos are returned to her.

On holy land, between a mesquite shrub
and a Mexican willow whose purple buds bow

in adoration, a mother sets out on a pilgrimage,
un peregrinaje en el camino de una santa tierra.

Bendita sea la madre quien espera el mundo
que regrese a sus manos otra vez.

Cucurrucucú Paloma is a cuauhpanco song, a Mexican folk song originally written by Tomás Méndez in 1954. Thereafter, it was made iconic by Lola Beltrán and Pedro Infante. Cuauhpanco is Nahuatl word meaning, “on top of wood,” which signified where the song was danced. After colonization, it was converted into the word huapango and is more widely used.

This poem was originally performed by me at San Antonio Mennonite Church for First Friday on the Lawn on July 6, 2018. The portion of the poem which contains the music lyrics was sung by Daisy Loren, a fourteen-year-old singer from the west side of San Antonio, Texas.

Side note: I am not fluent in Mayan languages. I am also not fluent in Arabic, therefore, those words are not found in the poem. I hope to one day incorporate that to more fully represent the injustices carried on by the American government.

God bless our mother(s).


Mexico and Spain wage war under my medium brown skin as I brush against a Texas bull nettle. Tiny, white follicles attack my ankle and it nears eruption when my tongue lets loose in Spanglish, a mixture of Spanish and English. My right foot burns like a betrayal of the body and I fall into the dirt with my palms face down and my face upright lest la mala mujer grazes my face like a slap to the cheek.

My grandmother hears my verbal attack as it pierces the air, forming an arrowhead to her ear. She runs out of the back door, I assume, because we don’t use the front door all that often.

From the side stoop, she calls my name in Spanish, “Carolina!” It’s a mixture of frustration and worry. I know better than to play outside, in the dirt, without socks and shoes.

Cowering in pain, I limp toward her. She opens the door to let me in and grabs the calamine lotion which we always have handy for such a time as this. I squeeze my ankle when she reaches down to lather it in pink Pepto Bismol looking liquid, shooing my hands away like annoying gnats covering areas they are not supposed to.

She prays over my skin. I can feel her breath. She instructs me to lay down on the couch and to be careful not to get any on the cushions.

My grandmother is always prepared for unexpected company. I lay on the couch, forearms over my eyes. My face is a mixture of sweat, dirt, tears, and boogers. The pain is unbearable. A few hours later, I am walking with a minor rash, no longer swollen, and quickly forget the pain.

Tomorrow, I will venture outside, and for the rest of my life, I will recall la mala mujer, the Texas bullnettle, as I navigate spaces not meant for me to show up in without being properly prepared.


At the Festival of Faith and Writing a woman asks, “What does Tejana mean?”

After reading my lime green and pink business card, decorated with cactus nopales, she forms a sweet smile on her face. Her eyes beam at me and she touches her hand lightly to her chest. Her body language offers an invitation to answer. Her genuine approach in asking this question disarms me. She is interested in what that particular word means and what that all has to do with me.

I had never been asked this question. I’m from Texas; it’s a given.

I grew up on Tejano music, cumbias, and the best Tex-Mex food that money will ever buy. I mourned, along with the rest of my tenth-grade fifth-period class the afternoon Selena was murdered, and I distinctly remember when we stopped going to Mexico because instead of using our American accents to cross the border, Homeland Security now required a passport to visit my Abuela Esperanza.

The days of shouting,“I am an American citizen,” from the back seat of my mother’s white Pontiac Cutlass Supreme, with a red leather interior that stuck to the back of mine and my siblings’ legs in the sweltering border heat, no longer held any weight. We were brown Americans and we had to prove that. We continually have to prove that.

I answered the woman, “It means I’m from Texas and of Mexican heritage because when my great-grandparents were young, the border crossed them separating Mexico and Texas indefinitely. It is spelled with a ‘j’ because Tejas is a term in Nahuatl, an indigenous language of Mexico. It means ‘friendly.’”

I want to say, I am Tejana to accentuate that I am a south Texas native before the border grew rabid with hunger, establishing the separation of countries.

When the border grew hungry, it split the continent of my body in half, always reminding me that I am neither here nor there.

It reminds me that I am not Mexican and not American enough. It pierces my tongue like a serpent, always requiring me to choose between my Spanish and my English. The hunger of the border gentrified me before I ever knew that term existed.


I am no longer a kid playing in the dirt without shoes or socks. I am an educated brown woman who is first asked to be a history book before I’m ever asked about my essays or my poetry. This is what colonization looks like. Its effects are systemic and require those native to their own land to prove their worth on their own soil. When Spain colonized Mesoamerica, it gentrified the Aztec empire causing descendants to always question their roots, their heritage, and their worth.

Colonization empowers split identities.

Colonization lends permission to the colonizer to continue to gentrify the language, culture, and belief of a people.

I negate this permission simply by existing in spaces never meant for me to thrive in. As a Christian Latina, I bring with me all the ways Spain and Mexico have stolen dance from my native ancestors. I bring with me the crossing of borders because Mexico is too big to contain.

I bring with me the languages of those before and the grace of God on my tongue.

Where we were crucified on our own land, I find the war still alive in weeds like the Texas bull nettle. I find the glory of hope in the cactus nopal whose tuna blooms and bows in adoration. I find hope where Jesus wept in desert sands so similar to the land I stand on now. I navigate the in-between spaces of culture, language, and belief, what Gloria Anzaldúa calls nepantla because I am Tejana.




Dear Friends,

I had the great pleasure of working with Kelly Carr when she was the editor at Lookout Magazine. I pitched to her twice before my article about burying marginalized bodies was accepted. Kelly is now the Curator and Editor at Rivulet Collective. I’m honored to work with her again as my body of work continues to evolve.

You can find my article on welcoming a stranger here: Welcoming the Stranger

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I’m over at Spark My Muse hanging out with one of my favorite people, Lisa DeLay. Come over and hang with us. We talk about history and I read a bit of poetry for you.

The episode can be found here: Ep. 130, The Language of Birds and Ancestors: guest poet, Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros