Alto y llano componen las piezas de un municipio donde, al menos durante mi niñez, desconocían la historia de Santa Claus. Navidades eran en enero y el viaje familiar desde San Juan, en el Volkswagen de mi papá, era una excursión de grandes proporciones. Continue reading Esencia de Cucubano
First I said nothing. Then, “Sure Ma, I’ll do it.” I waited a beat. “But don’t you think we will be suspicious, running out of here at two a.m., you in your robe, carrying a lung machine?” She didn’t think so. Continue reading Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird
Es cuestión de moda. Utópica liberación. Continue reading La utópica liberación de LaRupra
This is a video conceptualization of the poem To My Wasted Eggs, written by Pamela L. Taylor, illustrated by artist Mira D’Souza. Video conceptualization by Iris Mónica Vargas. I found this beautiful poem while reading the journal JAMA. The poem, written by Pamela L. Taylor, PhD., is a powerful piece made even more so by the fact that it describes the reality of many women … Continue reading To My Wasted Eggs
When this is all over, what will have changed? Continue reading How Will We Change
Stethoscopes & Pencils 