Letting Fear Go

I wish I could remember the building I snuck into that night. I’d climb back to its roof and thank the winds and trees that teamed up to speak to me. I’d reassure them that I gave into their message. I’d tell them I learned to believe in me and my ability to love and...

The Streets My Father Walked

I’ve always been curious about my dad’s hometown – La Cañada de Caracheo in Guanajuato, Mexico. The closest I’ve come is Guanajuato City when I was nine years old during a detour from our family’s periodical trip to Guadalajara, Jalisco....