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 […]
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 […]
Anytime there is an opportunity to gather around books and good conversation, I experience a special kind of joy. As you can imagine, having the […]
