#me too
I was four years old when I saw a penis for the first time. I was in Michoacán, Mexico visitingContinue Reading
Tag: motherhood
The Drive
I was driving home during evening rush hour after picking Carmen up from school on a seemingly uneventful weekday. SheContinue Reading
The Alchemy of Your Presence
In my heart I carry the memory of when I first me you. I asked if you were mine; TitaContinue Reading
broken english
I’ve held on to this poem for quite some time, now. It pierced my soul, made me feel some kind ofContinue Reading
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 toContinue Reading
La Patita
I was sitting on my mother’s lap; I must have been six or seven years old. She wasn’t running aroundContinue Reading
Letter on Her 21st Birthday
The following is a letter I wrote to my daughter on her 21st birthday. In essence it was a reflectionContinue Reading
Letting Go
The first time I had to let go of Carmen, the first time I realized she wouldn’t be my littleContinue Reading
