I am one of those fortunate writers who belongs to a writer’s group. Every two weeks I meet with a cast of remarkable brilliant women
I Saw Grief
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, “It tastes good, does it not?’ “You’ve caught me, grief answered, “and you’ve ruined
Carrying Fidel
It’s all Fidel Castro’s fault. It was Fidel’s fault that our parents, brothers, sisters, and grandparents were shot or imprisoned. It was Fidel’s fault that
Suffer The Children
Sunday morning greeted a beautiful land today. The people who live in this beautiful land greeted the morning with fear, anger, and rocket fire,
A Girl Named Nahil
It was September 10th, a month ago, and my husband and I were at Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. The day before 9/11- a
Liberty
Playing my toy piano in Havana, Cuba
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