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Holding tight
Being a serious regular has its drawbacks. I can count with one single hand the times I’ve been constipated, and I’m not even using all my five fingers. I remember the time I was with my family on an all-inclusive vacation in a hotel on a beautiful Caribbean Island. My family of mom, dad, three…
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Déjà Vécu
On a sunny morning. She’s sitting on the bench on her partially shaded balcony, in Padmasana. The sun is still too low to toast her skin, but a soft fragrant breeze of late spring flicks through the fine hair on her forearms, and the sweet riffling of the warm air on her cheeks stirs old…
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Lusha
This is my humble tribute to Lusha, my maternal Granny, whose house became my second home throughout much of my childhood, especially during a brief period when my mother took a hiatus from her main role: SAHM. I was between 5 and 7 years old, and those years were pure gold. Lusha played a crucial…
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Swallow Island
I opened my eyes with the sun pounding on my face like a nagging mother. My parched mouth resembled a barren desert, and a throbbing headache sent my left eye twitching in spasmodic unease. The bedside clock taunted me with its 8:27 AM display. A stream of consciousness came upon me as I turned my…
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Of fire and regret
When I was about 8 years old, I unintentionally created the perfect conditions to set my buddy Jacobo’s house on fire. It was a sweltering late summer evening, around 7 pm. The stage was set for a family-friendly disaster, and here’s how it all unravelled. My older sister burst into our parents’ bedroom, her face…
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