Inspirational - Stories for the Journey

My heart is in Havana

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,

The first time I gave up I was four years old. My abuela — grandmother — was dying at home. I stood by her bedside,

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