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
I have two existences. One was honey-colored walls and sunshine spots. The other was edges and sage carpet. One was bread on the countertops, and the other was sweet potato lasagna. One was fraternizing with the Lost Boys, and the other was building a cottage and a garden. One was slamming wooden doors, and the … More a zone I passed through: Nueva Esperanza
It’s been two hours, and it still hasn’t rained. There’s so much that I want to say, that I need to say, really, but, it still hasn’t rained. And so, I’m waiting. I’m waiting for a downpour. A drenching. A release.
I don’t want to write down every detail of my day, of my life. I don’t want a picture of every breakfast, every morning view. In order to remember, don’t you have to experience first? And even if your memory doesn’t have the colors of a photograph, isn’t it worth something, a lot of somethings, … More Here and Nowhere Else
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