Accountability

Dan is asleep in his half-opened mouth sort of way. Gus swims the length of his tank, attacking Pedro, the other spiked leviathan bachelor sharing his space, the two unnamed gourami meet halfway in the murky waters and fight, mouth to mouth, and then retreat. The meditation music plays on. All winter we’ve been sleeping […]

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Revealed

“Damn, girl, you don’t do anything by halves, do you?” writes a friend in response to an email with pictures and explanation of my recent adventures. He wasn’t the only one. I also received variations of, “When Alegra gets her first tattoo, she doesn’t start with a cute little butterfly, oh no…” I love this […]

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cacophony

“Come look at your daughter,” Dan calls to me from the hallway. “What?” Joaquin is pulling at my shirt, shoving his head beneath it, attempting to scale his way up my body. “Your daughter, come look.” Every parent knows that ‘your‘ is code for ‘your genetics, your fault.’ I hoist Joaquin up to my hip, he wraps […]

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searching for home

It is ten minutes to midnight and I slip out from beneath Dan’s arm and gently push aside the blankets. He lifts his head, reaches for me, but I am already moving through the dark, away from him. His head goes back to the pillow. Pepita lets out a long sigh. Joaquin stirs and then settles. […]

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forgotten roads

Tonight I imagine that on the back of my head there is a territory only my son can see. As we drive, he watches his questions move through the darkness. They collide at the crossroads in the wilderness of my hair. It does nothing to stop him from sending more commuters through this endless night we […]

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