The Sewing Needle’s Weight
I’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then…
Read MoreI’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then…
Read MoreSeptember marks the return to classes throughout the island. The beginning of an authentic torture for many Cuban parents.
Read MoreLife is measured in steps. I came to this conclusion while swatting insects and clutching my fan during a long blackout night
Read MoreMental health in Cuba stopped being a secret kept inside consulting rooms; today, it is part of our daily conversations.
Read MoreAs I grew, I explored sounds and subgenres. Rock became a refuge. Each riff, each lyric, was shaping me, teaching me to feel differently.
Read MoreDoctors no longer know what to do. Many have left the profession—the one that cost them so many hours of study and sacrifice…
Read MoreAs parents, we wish for a box full of surprises, beach trips, ice cream, outings, & laughter. Rest becomes a physical and emotional necessity
Read MoreThey say that women are to be loved without haste, with open arms and an exposed soul. I don’t know if that’s poetry…
Read MoreIt 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…
Read MoreEveryone 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…
Read More