#me too
I was four years old when I saw a penis for the first time. I was in Michoacán, Mexico visiting … Continue reading #me too
Tag: motherhood
The Drive
I was driving home during evening rush hour after picking Carmen up from school on a seemingly uneventful weekday. She … Continue reading The Drive
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
broken english
I’ve held on to this poem for quite some time, now. It pierced my soul, made me feel some kind of … Continue reading broken english
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
La Patita
I was sitting on my mother’s lap; I must have been six or seven years old. She wasn’t running around … Continue reading La Patita
Letter on Her 21st Birthday
The following is a letter I wrote to my daughter on her 21st birthday. In essence it was a reflection … Continue reading Letter on Her 21st Birthday
Letting Go
The first time I had to let go of Carmen, the first time I realized she wouldn’t be my little … Continue reading Letting Go
