The last few days have been a special kind of hell. Last night, when el chileno dropped off la poroto, and I considered that I might not take care of her, he seemed a little too eager to help in that way, in taking my hija off my hands. Quizas my mother and sister were Continue reading →
For the sake of the children, we rise, hide easter eggs and baskets pero now the date belongs to you, titi madrina. The date is stolen from your own sister who will not celebrate pero instead stand con los pies en el fango before the place she too will be buried along with my mother Continue reading →
Apparently not yet. My titi passed away late Thursday night and I was with her. More thoughts when I find a pedazo of paz.
I’ve been trying hard to write here everyday, and write meaningful cosas, poems, experiences etc etc, pero no te voy a mentir, it’s feeling hard. I am struggling to feed my kids and keep a roof over their heads. I am fighting for health insurance for them which I already wrote a little here and Continue reading →
This morning, my maternal abuela passed away. She had suffered a stroke on Friday. I was able to say goodbye to her yesterday. She couldn’t speak when I saw her in the hospital. Rather she answered me by squeezing my hand, which had been wrapped in huge versions of the mittens they put on babies Continue reading →
I don’t know you as the fierce mujer who would would go with her children into basements and set her arms aflame when montada con Chango because those are stories my tio and tias only told when one of your children faced death herself. No abuela, I know you as the one who took me Continue reading →
After a 9 hour operation inside her head, My titi opened her eyes last evening and started singing. She recognized her sisters, her nieces, and her daughter. She said she was happy Obama was president and sent love to my toddler. She knew her name, the year, where she was, and she knew that she Continue reading →
Yes, last night was historic. As much as I wanted to bask in it, feel it, cry for it, and jump for it, it was hard. For the past few days I have been in the middle of a family crisis. My dear tia/madrina, the one who was always just down the block from me Continue reading →