Running on Empty

One morning, I woke up from a three-month coma. Downstairs, my 17 and 15-year-old girls were preparing for school. “What are you doing up?” greeted me instead of a warm, …

Back Then, Your Mother Could See

If you look into Celia’s face, you’ll admire her sun-dipped complexion and infectious smile. You’ll more than likely wonder how fifty years of life could have barely left its mark. …

On the Other Side of Glory

Mama, We know you were elated when you found out about each one of us. We were, too. Your heart beating in soothing rhythm and your warmth filled up our …

I Belong to Someone

“Little Girl, are you lost?” I grabbed at my mother’s skirt to show the supermarket clerk that I belonged to someone. “No. This is my Mommy.” I told her. She …