Not My Weight
The universe gives us what we can carry. Weight is an estimate, and it varies. Sometimes the universe is known as my gym trainer. She...
Almost Own Stories
I began my professional career as a bilingual teacher in the Madison Metropolitan School District in Wisconsin, but my desire to seek a...
Remnants of Strings-memoir excerpt Strings in our Hands
On the weekends, my aunt and I walked. October wind blustered but the cotton in my ears held. Only slightly muffled, I heard my aunt’s question. “I remember when you told me that your friend in Guatemala named one of her children after you. Do you know anything about that child?” Maria Candelaria. My weaving teacher. I dropped my head. After COVID, but admittedly before and for much longer, I had not. What had become of this little girl? She would be about ten. Tomorr
