In an honest voice, she told me she loved me—one of her many confessions disguised as apologies, repeated during nights like this that blur together. I tried leading her to bed…
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Rosemary Meza-DesPlas was born and raised in the Dallas, Texas suburb of Garland. Her mother, from Allende (Coahuila), Mexico, came to the United States as a migrant farm worker; her father grew up in Tampico, Mexico.
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Sensing time’s discrete drops as razor-sharp gemstones
grazing my fingertips
I was talking to my mother when she died.
Confession: I wasn’t pro-choice for a long time. While I left the church and my beliefs behind when I was 19, I couldn’t let go of being that abortion was murder. I still thought of the babies…
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Once she had buried Rachel, Grace tore the birdcage apart. She took down the beaded strings, the lattice balls, and the colorful swing she had strategically placed around their nest before…
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I can’t say that any of us saw our pigeon coop as a home. Whenever he could, Papi traded life at home with his wife and three daughters for the freedom of bachelorhood, spending most…
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