PinnedPublished inThe Wind PhoneMy Aunt María Jesús — 90 Years GroundedIf my Aunt María Jesús were a tree, she would be an oakOct 307Oct 307
PinnedPublished inOn ReflectionMy Aunt Fifí and Memory“To remember is to throw a party for what is lost, to stop the lightning with a piece of wire.” — Antonio LucasSep 105Sep 105
PinnedPublished inThe MemoiristFirst Day at the Beach“One thinks of what remains of those days: a bit of light and some intermittent warmth, like an anthracite ember.”— J. Gil de BiedmaSep 93Sep 93
Published inOn ReflectionMy Father’s Legacy: A Moral ConscienceFrom Asturias to Granada, A Journey to the RootsNov 262Nov 262
El legado de mi padre: una conciencia moralDe Asturias a Granada, un viaje a las raícesNov 221Nov 221
Published inDeep. Sweet. Valuable.A Nuns’ School for Girls in 1960s SpainOf dress uniforms, school ceremonies, and childhood dramasNov 185Nov 185
Un colegio de monjas en la España de los años 60De uniformes de gala, ceremonias escolares y dramas infantilesNov 14Nov 14
Published inWeeds & WildflowersOf Invisible Bonds and Silent EmbracesGarments of love and memoryNov 101Nov 101
Published inThe Wind PhoneThe Illusion of Eternity and the Struggle to Let GoOn cycles, farewells, and life’s quiet resilienceNov 8Nov 8