Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I am who I am because of Graciela and her bright red sash and because of her Abuela, the old woman with the melted candlestick. The old woman who used to braid her granddaughter’s hair in log rope twists and drags the candle down the aisle at the old Spanish Read more
“You’re pretty low maintenance, as women go.” “I am, am I?” She sounded amused. “Yeah. Like a cactus.” ― Roxanne Snopek I did not want to go on the trip. My beloved father had just died and my grieving encompassed all of my spare time. I cried often and could Read more
