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Bruises, Miracles and a Borrowed Hematologist

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…

There’s an exact moment in the day when you feel like going out. The rituals that tie you down have run their course—at least for today…

When I arrived at the store where I was going to work, they added a new clause to the agreement we had made verbally just days earlier.

For a long, I’ve wanted to see a town in Holguin Province that’s called Cueto. A friend spoke very highly of a woman poet who lives there.

A friend of mine who had taken semiotics classes once told me that the first place our attention goes is to the upper right-hand corner.

Today I went out to walk my dogs and, for the second time in a few months, I came back without my sunglasses.

Someone who knows me and is launching a franchise of cellphone accessories and repair shops decided to take a chance on me…

We went on a bus rented by the community, along with other neighbors who joined in the plan, which had been spontaneously organized.

The season has arrived for a fruit so cherished by Cuban women: the mango. We eat it in every way possible—juice, sweets, smoothies, raw.

I have a lightbulb that sometimes flickers, and I still can’t bring myself to throw it out. A new one would cost 500 pesos.