My Mother’s Trousseau: Havana, 1960
She stood in the shoe store holding the purse,
the first purchase of the trip
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).
Rhyming Histories
Anyone who’s been keeping up with the news has seen the footage of people in Havana fighting for water and food. Not since the Special Period of the early 90’s has Cuba faced such a crisis.
Stories That Survive Us
My mother died last month. She was ninety-seven, so I can’t say it was a surprise.