He was jittery, making a sales pitch. I had heard most of it, and was not convinced. The investor, on the other side of him, did…
Dalia had a purple wig she loved. The wig was shiny. It was a bob cut that reached just above her shoulders. She wore it often. In…
My great grandfather Gonzalez dies on mother’s day. His paper-thin skin is almost translucent. His…