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
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...
An Absence of Water.
Atonement and drought are absent of water. Things that are present with me this Yom Kippur are also connected observing an absence of...
שנה טובה ומתוקה
Honey is sweet and memory is sticky. September is an intersection of identity I can claim, but sometimes don't know how, and an identity...
Shared Air
Hispanic Heritage Month is an unlocked door to memory. It’s a door I know I could open regularly, but I don’t. I drive to work through...