Hands- Las Señoras

I spent my Thanksgiving of 2015 in a New York City apartment with NYU medical students. In the morning we watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving’s day parade in person—a dream of mine—especially given that watching the Thanksgiving football game always wins out in my home. I still dream of the velvety overly indulgent banana pudding we…Read more Hands- Las Señoras

But You’re My People- Transition and Longing

Dear My People, You may or may not know who you are. For those who are reading this and are thinking O that’s me it’s because it is. I have expressed it in words, letters, time and warmth. For those of you who don’t know who you are it’s because our passing was one that…Read more But You’re My People- Transition and Longing

What If The Jewelry Vender Is The Love of My Life- Experiencing Love and The Profound Impact of Short Relationships

Have you ever met someone and just fallen in love with their spirit. I had this experience once with a women selling jewelry on a sidewalk in Santa Fe. She was an artisan. I remember that she had beautiful hands. Rough from working with metal and stone. Wrinkled from the sun and time. I was…Read more What If The Jewelry Vender Is The Love of My Life- Experiencing Love and The Profound Impact of Short Relationships

Call Me Bitch (bɪtʃ)

¿Cuál es tu nombre? Mi nombre es Paige. Bitch. I grin a bit, holding back a huge chuckle. Curled fingertips gentle cover the center of my mouth. Masking pursed lips. Exposed corners signal my joy. Big cheeks push my skin up wrinkling my nose and forehead. Part of me feel like I should be a…Read more Call Me Bitch (bɪtʃ)