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Cuba and Our Never-Ending Farewells

People, dreams, eras, go by while I remain stuck in the same place. Every farewell leaves a footprint, a vacuum impossible to fill.

At last, what we’d been waiting for over the past several days has finally arrived. “They’re already distributing it at other ration stores…

I haven’t seen my mother in two and a half years. My wife hasn’t seen hers in the same amount of time. My father died while I was away…

If she had a crystal ball to see the future, she would’ve stayed home. But magic doesn’t exist—at least not for poor Cubans.

The sinister weight orbiting this island, dispersing family ties, recycling despair, has particularly damaged the role of mothers…-

The Holguin tradition known as the May Romerias has ended. It’s a practice that began here in the eighteenth century – 1790 to be exact…

It sounds like the title of a song, but it’s not—it’s just what happened recently. It was one of those blackout Sundays.

May 1st has always been a holiday. This year, though, they gave workers time off from Thursday the first, right through Monday the 5th.

A year has passed since I arrived in the United States of America. It feels like it was just yesterday.

A friend of ours still living in Cuba, recently wrote to us, nearly in tears, because his phone fell to the ground and the screen shattered.