Mis Tías

Tengo tías de todas partes. Tengo tías que hacen milagros. Tengo tías que son mariposas. Tengo tías que venden mermeladas. Tengo tías que besan mi carita. Tengo tías sin las palabras. Tengo tías que entierran semillas. Tengo tías que hacen sus propias muebles. Tengo tías que bailan conmigo. Tengo tías que hablan mezcladas. Tengo tías … More Mis Tías

a thought

Can anyone still really dispute that what we are looking at was meant to be so much more? is there anyone out there who thinks this, this, is the goal? that we’ve come far enough? done enough? that this is as it should be? and, my god, shouldn’t we have seen it coming? It’s just … More a thought

Open, I am…

One of my socks is stretched out. And I ran out of my favorite deodorant. And the DVD of Argo I bought refuses to be recognized by the player. And the top sheet hasn’t been in any way attached to my bed in at least a week. I’m living a stretched-out-sock life, somewhere in between … More Open, I am…

some kind of magic

Thankful for tongues that don’t know English, chewed-on Crayola markers, cookie crumbs, sounds that mean nothing, Estefani’s laugh, missing teeth, sticky little hands, manitos, tea and good mugs, being called Tia, sweet and melancholy rainy mornings, the scarf that makes me feel like Aunt Beth, warm blankets and tv voices, having another day tomorrow to … More some kind of magic