Bits and Pieces, Soul Nibbles

A Moment of Grace

Sometimes forgiveness comes like a brief moment of grace out of the blue, unplanned, like an accident that changes you … Continue reading A Moment of Grace

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

Dreaming to Play

In my last post I wrote about longing for a dream, one that feels like my life-long calling. At eighteen, … Continue reading Dreaming to Play

Bits and Pieces, Poetry

The Alchemy of Your Presence

In my heart I carry the memory of when I first me you. I asked if you were mine; Tita … Continue reading The Alchemy of Your Presence

Bits and Pieces

Sabado Gigante with My Tita

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

Narratives

Todo Sabe Mejor con un Pellizco de Amor/Everything Tastes Better with a Pinch of Love Part 2

PART 2 “Enfermo que come y mea, su Tita que se lo crea,” she would say when I was sick, … Continue reading Todo Sabe Mejor con un Pellizco de Amor/Everything Tastes Better with a Pinch of Love Part 2

Narratives

Todo Sabe Mejor con un Pellizco de Amor/Everything Tastes Better with a Pinch of Love

PART 1 My grandmother helped me raise my daughter – she was her other mother. The wonderful and beautiful woman … Continue reading Todo Sabe Mejor con un Pellizco de Amor/Everything Tastes Better with a Pinch of Love

Bits and Pieces, Poetry

The Little Boy Who Holds Magic

She saw in the little boy, Magic. The kind of magic that reveals the secrets of life. And she … Continue reading The Little Boy Who Holds Magic

Poetry

Catch the Children

I want to catch the children when they fall. Tell’em, “You can melt in my arms, chiquito. I’ll absorb your … Continue reading Catch the Children

Narratives

When Forgiving Her Mother Meant Walking In Her Shoes – Part I

Seeing her mother dote over her husband in the hospital, who was constantly readmitted for chronic liver failure due to … Continue reading When Forgiving Her Mother Meant Walking In Her Shoes – Part I

Bits and Pieces, Narratives

Uncertainty Through the Eyes of a Six Year Old

I was about six years old. My dad, who I didn’t live with, and had never lived with, had taken … Continue reading Uncertainty Through the Eyes of a Six Year Old