My Mother’s Trousseau: Havana, 1960

She stood in the shoe store holding the purse,

the first purchase of the trip

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Poetry and Tragedy

My father wooed my mother in the summer of 1959, a few months after what the communists call El triunfo de la revolución (The Triumph of the Revolution).

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Cuba’s Music

Music means many different things to the Cuban people: for some, it’s tradition, and for others, rebellion; for some, it brings joy, and for others, sorrow; in some, it incites a nostalgia for an idealized past, and in others, a desperate cry for change. 

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Stories That Survive Us

My mother died last month. She was ninety-seven, so I can’t say it was a surprise.

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