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I can’t see her wings but I know she’s an angel. Maybe she’s hiding her wings under her dress. I wish I could see them and touch them. Will they be as I imagine, soft and white as a cloud?
She is old because she’s lived on Earth for a long time. When I think about her as a young woman, I see her in black and white, like an old picture you find in a box in the closet. Her face is pretty, her skin is soft and her eyes are as black as the night. She looks like an…
The adults are crying and hugging as they come into the house and as they leave. One lady nestles my Mami’s face in her hands. It looks like she is trying to hold Mami’s face together. Another person gives Papi a big hug, the kind where they slap each other on the back really hard. The kids aren’t crying or hugging, we’re playing on the floor with a set of Jacks.
The cold tile floor feels good against my legs on this warm Cuban night. We are in the corner of the living room…Continue
Added by Martha Rodriguez on October 12, 2011 at 10:54pm — No Comments
A comforting, calming feeling came over me the day Joey and I picked up the copies of A Reel Cool Summer from the printing house. We had been working on our little book for about nine months. Being separated by 5,000 miles and who knows how many time zones wasn’t easy but we made it work. We spoke almost every day and emails flew back and forth by the minute. Many times we emailed each other while on the phone. I think we said, “I’m emailing it to you right now,” and, “Okay, I just got it,…Continue
Added by Martha Rodriguez on October 5, 2011 at 5:23pm — No Comments