Driving Was To Her What Flying Is To A Hummingbird
In one of her journal entries, Carmen wondered why our Tita had always been obsessed with getting her a car. … Continue reading Driving Was To Her What Flying Is To A Hummingbird
In one of her journal entries, Carmen wondered why our Tita had always been obsessed with getting her a car. … Continue reading Driving Was To Her What Flying Is To A Hummingbird
A Frida Kahlo poster sits in the back corner of the classroom Her eyes staring at children lost confused A … Continue reading Democracy and Education Matter
The day my brother died was the first time I had faced death. I always thought that you died when … Continue reading I Wanted to Cry but Instead I Vomited
The First Time I was quietly sitting on the ivory, Victorian Louis IV seat, carefully writing my name, Maria Cristina … Continue reading Never His Little Girl
I could smell the stench from the stale alcohol diluted with dreams pissed away by shattered hopes like the broken … Continue reading Green Cat Liquors Series – Part I
Is what we looked forward to eating for dinner, if lucky, with a glass of milk. I’d keep excited vigilance … Continue reading Jelly Sandwiches