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
I spent the afternoon talking to my stepdad about Vietnam and how he dragged his co-pilot from their broken down fighter jet, waiting too long for the slow bird that wafted down into the elephant grass. How he pushed his blood back into his chest with his balled-up fist, cursing Read more