My heart is in Havana Posted on April 11, 2019April 12, 2019 by Marielena I rise in 5 a.m. darkness, strong coffee in hand, planted on the bow of the ship. We are approaching the harbor of Havana, Cuba, Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInMoreRedditLike this:Like Loading... Read More
Giving up Posted on March 14, 2019March 14, 2019 by Marielena The first time I gave up I was four years old. My abuela — grandmother — was dying at home. I stood by her bedside, Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInMoreRedditLike this:Like Loading... Read More
The suitcase of the soul Posted on February 13, 2019February 19, 2019 by Marielena The new suitcase stands in the middle of the living room. I take in its emptiness, like my life, waiting to be filled. Not just Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInMoreRedditLike this:Like Loading... Read More
