Papi tiene cáncer. The words no one ever wants to hear. There is never a good time to hear such a thing, but I felt […]
This has been the hardest post to write from this series; although the previous one was tough, admitting having gone through grief, guilt, regret in […]
The image of mamá hugging the coffin of her beloved brother Papaito was seared in my mind. I was only 10 years old and couldn’t […]
“It’s a boy!” the sonographer had announced months before that momentous day in August 2011 when my son was born. Hearing for the first time […]
The year 2009 was, by far, one of the best years of my life as I experienced for the first time what it means to […]
