Sometimes I do not know my face. I see a woman mistaken for an abuela on the Stockton to Sacramento Greyhound. Or, my mother if she never dyed her hair. Maybe I am the sepia photo of my great grandmother when she was a … Continue reading Unknowing
Month: May 2017
Mis~tak~ing
If I were to say my parent’s stellar success as physicians did not affect me, I’d be lying. No, they didn’t pressure me to have their ambitions. The consistent message was to be the person God created me to be. The problem is, what if … Continue reading Mis~tak~ing
A Case for Blue Jays
If my childhood were a mosaic, I would name one piece Blue Jay because that is the sound I heard from within an air-conditioned museum of a house. The sound pierced silence, reminding me of the stillness my world was made out of during the … Continue reading A Case for Blue Jays
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