Marianna MarloweinWomen Writing MemoirThe Flawed Fairy TaleWe sit in my grandmother’s house in Miraflores, one of Lima’s residential neighborhoods. It’s that in-between time of the day when you’re…Oct 18, 2019Oct 18, 2019
Marianna MarloweTen DollarsThe clock strikes midnight. The music stops. Disco lights slow. A spotlight beams onto the stage. A disembodied male voice proclaims the…Oct 18, 2019Oct 18, 2019
Marianna MarloweThe Cat and the SandalI drive in the late night darkness to the local emergency room with my mother. I have never been there before; it is only a clinic, but it…Oct 18, 2019Oct 18, 2019
Marianna MarloweInnocence Lost: Coming of Age in the AndesThere must have been a noise, a rustle perhaps, a snapping of twigs underfoot. Something heard then but now forgotten compelled her to…May 17, 2019May 17, 2019
Marianna MarloweOf Sons and Daughters, or Mothers, Condoms, and SonsShe twists the lever, easing it gently past its usual sticking point, finally succeeding with a sudden jerk in opening the window to the…May 16, 2019May 16, 2019