I hadn’t made it to my house when I saw a familiar face on the corner. She was holding a young hand, the eldest of Doña Cecilia and I couldn’t remember the father’s name. “Y mi[…]
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Bombsalmic Vinaigrette at Tucson Airport
“I think they have balsamic dressing packets like that in the food court.” I laughed. “How does that help me now, Ma’am?” said my id. My superego suggested I keep quiet and won by a[…]
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Maestra de Inglés
Maestra de Inglés, English teacher. I’ve always wondered if the word Maestra and Master are related. Either way, I’ve never had such a title. When I gave a diplomado in early 2018, I wanted to[…]
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The First Cry (It was gonna happen sometime)
It’s my first night with my host family. I am settling in to my first night here and I saw something that made me think of Nana. Well, a lot of things make me think[…]
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The Man from Eagle River, Conversations in Alaska | 2 of 50
On my flight returning from Ketchikan to Alaska on September 19, I am asked: “So where’s home?” A very kind gentleman asked from seat 22C. We had a seat between us, which he commented was[…]
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Saying Goodbye to my Sister
My family knows I will be back in two months. Last time I told my family I would be back in two months. My sister dropped me off after we ate Mexican today. Last time[…]
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