My body was a harp, my nerves taut and discordant strings. My eyes were full of tears, and all my senses were only desire. I did not think of the future. My mind throbbed with immediate want, and its name poured from my mouth: coffee. The post-hurricane days in a powerless Jersey City were hostile […]
Storm be damned. A hurricane was just no reason for self-respecting Latinas or Manhattanites to walk around with frizzy, unkempt hair.
My husband B and I are without electricity, but a lot of time, during these post-hurricane days. It’s been an opportunity to expand his Spanish vocabulary. Today’s word was the noun pala, which means shovel, but also means having an “in”, pull, or connections. I used it in a sentence to help him understand. “The […]