Mi Abuelita would always talk about a loss she had years ago right after mi Tia Sarita’s birth. Gemelos. La partera dijo que eran dos. After my Tia Nela’s birth- her very last birth at 41- mi abuelita had very heavy painful days monthly. No se podia ni levantar. She had to see the doctor… Continue reading Could I Be?
Pink carnations bow their headsas the past reveals what lies aheadThe woman dreams of justiceHer voice cuts like glass, clear and sharp with purposeShe was once a silent mist amidst the flamesbut now you can't dismiss herShe'll make the proper preparationsAdvocate for what is rightPut up a fightPack the posters and pocket her letterswhile hair… Continue reading Where Justice Blooms
Friday, November 8, 2024 My Dearest Son, As I sit down to write this letter, my heart feels heavy. While you embrace the joy of childhood, dreaming of fun, school, and adventures, your mother is struggling to find the strength to express the sorrow that weighs on me. I am sad, devastated, and, filled with… Continue reading Dear Son: A Mother’s Letter to Her Younger Self
