Epic Esperanza

  "Melody, wake up!"  someone said.  My sister? My mom? I don't remember.  I do remember that someone woke me up one night between 1990 and 1992 because there was a bear in our house. Mom was pushing a truck against the kitchen door.  Through the window into the storage room we saw the big… Continue reading Epic Esperanza

The treasure of tears

   I cried a few times this week. On the bus, in a park, in my sister's car, at my house. It was that kind of week where things hurt, people hurt, the past hurt, love hurt... And I am so thankful for the tears I remember not too long ago when there were no… Continue reading The treasure of tears