My grandmother at 100, my hero.

My grandmother just turned 100. Her mind is sharper than mine, but she cannot walk for too long and is now for the first time ever complaining that she cannot do what she used to; knit, sew, or cook. She doesn’t like to have people do things for her, which I understand all too well […]

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My grandmother is my memory keeper

Every time I see my grandmother I go back to when I was five. We chat and she recalls things I barely remember but soon, with all the details she brings up, I get the clear picture and the whole memory rushes back. I can feel the moment as if it were yesterday, but it’s […]

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Motherless daughters.

I have no recollection of my mother the years before I left the United States at the age of three. I only remember parts of the flight to Madrid and entering what would be my home for the next couple of decades. My grandmother and grandfather greeted us, and I can still hear my grandmother shout “¡Dios mio!” […]

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