Unable to squeeze out any creative juices needed to finish the two paintings that I was supposed to finish yesterday,…
Three Weeks In
I still can’t believe that I am among students around two-thirds my age walking in a campus, headed for their…
Remnants of Summer
With my mom and my transparent umbrella, I merrily walked amidst the rain and the mud and people along Hidalgo…
Name
I recall getting flustered over my frequently mispronounced name. It’s not just my first name that they say wrong, but…
On a Saturday in May
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” I thought I would cry, But I kept telling myself, I…
The Mask I Wear…
Don’t be fooled by me.Don’t be fooled by the face I wearFor I wear a mask. I wear a thousand…
The Eclectic Miss 