Forty Nine Octobers
In my forty ninth October I learned my first name is acronym of my grandmother’s full name. Something I probably knew, but forgot I knew. Something about someone I don’t remember, but whose DNA I carried and passed on.
For the Love of a Cup of Coffee
The coffee, and especially the kindness, brightened my morning and my time in that waiting room.
Proud to be from Miami
For all her flaws, there’s nothing quite like the city of Miami. Indeed, I feel privileged I was brought up on an amalgam of sights and sounds you can’t get from one singular place anywhere else in the world.
A Skirt with Tattered Edges
I had my first dream of motherhood in my childhood bed Knew the weight of a distended belly, when I woke my braids were soaked in a cold sweat I saw birthday candles melt,
Another Ending, Another Beginning
As 2023 draws to a close, I’m filled with deep contentment. For me, it’s not just “jolly holiday” happiness either. It’s more of a “what do I have not to be happy about?” feeling.