Fabiana del Valle

Mental health in Cuba stopped being a secret kept inside consulting rooms; today, it is part of our daily conversations.

As I grew, I explored sounds and subgenres. Rock became a refuge. Each riff, each lyric, was shaping me, teaching me to feel differently.

Doctors no longer know what to do. Many have left the profession—the one that cost them so many hours of study and sacrifice…

As parents, we wish for a box full of surprises, beach trips, ice cream, outings, & laughter. Rest becomes a physical and emotional necessity

They say that women are to be loved without haste, with open arms and an exposed soul. I don’t know if that’s poetry…

It takes courage to stop a collective ovation! In an instant, you go from being one of the crowd to being “the crazy one,” the bitter one…

Everyone says being a mother is the most beautiful thing in the world, & I have no doubt that’s true. However, if you’re a mother in Cuba…

Lately I wake up waiting for the rooster to crow at me from the window. Living on this Island is like inhabiting a version of The Flintstones.

It used to be that having a mark on your skin was almost a guilty verdict. In my childhood, we had a neighbor who gave me the shivers.

The power went out half an hour ago, and the neighbors on my block are saying it won’t be back until the early morning…