c. stella becerrilDía de Los Muertos: Letting Go to LiveI’m in Chicago again, this time for Día de Los Muertos; my first one without mi papá. I keep thinking about a quote from an essay by Sandra…12 min read·Nov 2, 2021----
c. stella becerrilTomorrow is my Father’s BirthdayI am on a Delta flight bound for Chicago. Headed to the house where I grew up with 2 parents, 2 siblings, and 5 dogs; simple albeit crowded…6 min read·Sep 21, 2021----
c. stella becerrilHaunted Dog-Day AfternoonsThe Romans sacrificed dogs in summer and1 min read·Sep 13, 2020----
c. stella becerrilI Was Just Sitting There ThinkingI have inadequate words for amorphous feelings today; all month really. A pronounced (i.e. greater than usual) frustration with the…3 min read·Aug 26, 2020----
c. stella becerrilThat Great Big Hill of HopeI’m sat out on the fire escape drinking my 3rd cup of coffee of the day on an empty stomach, watching a parade of firemen enter my…6 min read·Aug 13, 2020----
c. stella becerrilSilver Splits the Blue“How much for that typewriter?” asks a drunk 19-year old me to the even drunker dude selling random items on the sidewalk at Astor Place.5 min read·Aug 9, 2020----
