“Ask the angel.” That’s exactly what Nina did. Her companion’s expression didn’t change from where he towered over her abuela’s grave—he stared stony and gray, …
Ask the Angel

Be the Voice that Echoes
“Ask the angel.” That’s exactly what Nina did. Her companion’s expression didn’t change from where he towered over her abuela’s grave—he stared stony and gray, …
Lovely Elena. Beautiful Elena. Just Elena—but none of them ever came close to the one I so desperately craved to hear once more. The “Elena” …
The first time I alluded to grief it felt as if I came in contact with myself––somewhat alarming voices of my mother drowned in floods, …
I see the Thing on my twelfth birthday. The doctor is still speaking to my mother in a language that isn’t foreign but might as …
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. The Fault In Our Stars, page eighty-four.” …
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The themes and actions portrayed in this …