When I imagine warping my body to wring the pain out, it’s my skull I imagine remolding. I screw my head off like a bottle cap. An extreme: after breaking the ice that’s formed at the surface, I plunge bone into crisp water, freezing pain.
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Tía-shaped
when the gods tire of their stars, they will create / a new galaxy of tía-shaped constellations
My mother’s scrapbook found while I was looking for inspiration
Me in my Sunday best, a cheerful smile on my face.
Recipes from Mom’s Kitchen
My mom is a successful business woman and a person so proud of her cooking skills that she hardly makes anything magnificent and truly tasty until she thinks that we, me and my father, her family, truly deserve it.
Reading My Way to a Decision About Motherhood
What I want, more than I want a child or a childfree life, is to make a decision and feel sure it was the right one.
To Speak On My Mother’s Death
This is a choice. This is the insult. This is carelessness of a system and a society.
