The Tear of Death
Two days prior to my grandma, Tita, dying, she asked Carmen and I to give her a bath. “Escojeme una … Continue reading The Tear of Death
Two days prior to my grandma, Tita, dying, she asked Carmen and I to give her a bath. “Escojeme una … Continue reading The Tear of Death
Sometimes I fear that I might forget the stories that keep my grandma (Tita) alive. It’s been a while since … Continue reading Sabado Gigante with My Tita
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I turn 41 today, but for the first time in my life I feel a glimpse of timelessness. It’s a very unfamiliar … Continue reading 41 and Timeless