ABUELA’S KITCHEN
“Ave María Purísima!” I hear her scream, followed by the clatter of pots and a loud thud. I fear the worst. My grandmother is not the woman she used to be − that warrior spirit of our home, who was...
“Ave María Purísima!” I hear her scream, followed by the clatter of pots and a loud thud. I fear the worst. My grandmother is not the woman she used to be − that warrior spirit of our home, who was...
El día en que lo conocí fue una noche de verano. Lo llevó a casa papá. Con una voz ronca y pesada se presentó como Damián, su mejor amigo. Le creí. Al principio, solo nos visitaba los domingos, pero cuando...
Tuya Acosta, basura silvestre, no de zafacón sino crecida mundana. Vivió una vida de pesadillas, manchada de humillaciones empezando con padres descarriados huyendo al olvido. Sin pasaje se iban de viajes a deleites psicodélicos y dejaban a Tuya con los...
Desde que tuve uso de razón, siempre anduve con mucha precaución. Evitaba estar solo en habitaciones oscuras, no me gustaban los juegos de escondites, le tenía fobia a las máscaras y los disfraces, y me alejaba de todo aquello que...
En firme religiosidad, ella miraba en el reloj de la pared del fondo, la hora de salida. Agarraba su lonchera, cartera y chaqueta, mientras decía con voz cansada y alma serena –Hasta mañana Don Papo y no se olvide de...
Telling people I am a Libra, is really just a short and lazy way of telling people I am unable to make decisions. I always crumble under pressure, I see the good in everyone even if it’s not there and...
for R.E.C. You’re seventeen years old and you’re having a bad day. Well, it’s actually another bad day, in a string of rotten months, in what is turning out to be a terrible year. But you don’t want to talk...
My husband, who we’ll call A, had the tree-house-and-bicycle adventures with his friends. The kind of adventures that we Latin Americans who grew up in the eighties dreamed about while devouring E.T. and The Goonies and a heap of buttery...
She had a weakness for vegan women. She loved gorditas and flautas, tostadas topped with pig’s feet and pickled pork skins, pozole and birria, but she fawned over women with grassy breath, nourished on lettuce...
A tiyanak! That’s what got that poor girl. Even the silent mouthing of the name “tiyanak” gave Julia goosebumps. She was staying with her grandmother, Lola Mina, for summer vacation. Lola Mina’s cook, Inday, was convinced this malevolent creature had...