There are truths that you know, and there are truths that you learn. I’ve always known I had words inside my head. I remember laying awake in the honey-colored home, under the winter quilt and with a secret stash of lemon heads tucked between the me-sized mattress and the wall. I watched the dark letters … More broken

Hada Madrina

It seems that I am divided by two: me and my stomach. – Irma She loves it all. And all of it loves her right back. And even when we are walking home from her sister’s house in a mini-halistorm after having eaten an I-can’t-even-tell-you-how-huge pile of (super yummy!) food, she still cracks the best … More Hada Madrina

These Days

Today, I believe in inspiration. Today, I believe that the suction can be broken when it needs to be. Today, I believe in the power of belief. This is a post for me, and only for me. If you, whoever you are, read it, all I can hope is that you can learn to be … More These Days