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My brother, Valentino, moments after mom’s death (Christopher House Hospice, Austin, TX)

This Quiet, This Long

(Is it ever too late to speak your truth?)

“Grief’s arms reach long and deep, its wiry fingertips scratching the skin of your throat, pressing, releasing.”

This is what I remember thinking and feeling as my brother, Valentino , and I gave a last, gentle push of Mom’s gurney into the hearse . This very same man , who moments earlier, wrapped mom’s body in a white shroud, then carefully zipped her in…




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Ruben Mauricio

Ruben Mauricio

My dreams persist, therfore I ponder: writing my first opera, !Respiro!, finding lost relatives in Warsaw,opening my Mexican-Polish bakery in Detroit.

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