Tag: #Childhood

As I scroll past images of wallpapers for the new apartment, I suddenly remember how much I loved the colors of my godmother’s house in Constanza. I am taken back to 1999, and remember my mom telling me how she...

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...

Our professor wrote us an email with a bad-mood-warning kind of vibe, letting us know that not everyone going through this pandemic is on equal footing, that there are poor people crowded together dying in the streets of European cities....

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...

A six-year-old me played a game of “stay awake” against the car window while Mom drove me and my sister to school every morning. On Wednesdays, the West Farms train staircase looked like the stairs to reach a roller coaster....

Is this the face of a tongue? you Spanish? this pasty winter olive this summer hash brown the color of a language? you Spanish? do I have a tilde for a mustache, an accent for a brow, this head of...