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I was doing the dishes in the dirty kitchen* this evening when I heard something fall from the ceiling. I didn’t see anything on the floor so I paid it no mind. I went about my way and placed all the newly washed dishes on the dish rack inside the...

I miss rainy days that smell like grass and leaves and flowers and trees. I miss getting water soaked underneath a cloudburst. I miss the chill of a clean breeze. I miss the soft dewy moss underneath my bare feet. I miss the titter tapper of the droplets on the...

Early Wednesday morning, I woke up to my sister Melisse screeching at the top of her lungs: “Fliiiishaaa! Dispierta ya! Ta entra agua el casa!” (“Wake up! The house is getting flooded!”) It was 6am. A full four hours before I normally wake up. Groggy, I went “Hmmh? Mhmm… Okay.”...

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As euphorbia buds, they’re not that beautiful. But strangely, there’s something about this picture that whets my appetite. Perhaps it’s the creamy swirls, they kinda remind me of ice cream. And not just any ice cream, specifically the Selecta brand. And that’s weird because I much prefer Nestle (formerly Magnolia,...