I don’t think anyone can ever fully understand why I believe in God. It’s physically impossible for a single human being besides myself to understand, but in short, I believe in God because he answers my prayers. One day, in my senior year of high school I took a leap of faith and started praying …
In English (as was recited on the day of her celebration of life which took place at Santana Funeral Directors July 27th at 7 pm): Hello my name is Katerin, you know me but I am introducing myself in case there is someone who has not met me. I am the granddaughter of my grandmother, …
My grandmother passed away this morning at 5:15 am. The first time the phone rang I didn’t answer because I was sleepy, the second time I started to worry so I answered. “Hi Katerin, this is Molly from hospice. I was calling to let you know Grandma passed away. I just declared it at 5:15 …
TRIGGER WARNING: [MA Audiences Recommended Only: Raw descriptions of grandmother experiencing pain; descriptions of grandmother experiencing memory loss, descriptions of administration of medicine through rectum, descriptions of experiencing extreme emotions, i.e. sadness, etc.] Thoughts determine your reality, really. I heard it’s even proven by science. It makes sense. Today I visited my grandma. She was …
I felt anxious about getting on the plane when I left for El Salvador. I was so scared. As I’m leaving home, I feel an immense desire to cry. I am crying as I write this. I don’t feel so afraid about being on this plane. I put my trust in God, he is in …
Once upon a time… A man and a woman met online through a dating app. They began writing emails to each other and sending each other texts. One day the guy who was just so enamored with this woman asked the woman, “Can you send me a picture? I’d like to see you,” but this …
TRIGGER WARNING: This is a non-fiction piece I wrote about a recent hospital visit with my grandmother. If hospitals, illness, details of seeing a loved one in pain may be triggering for you-please refrain from reading this short story. I may post a version that leaves out any triggering details in the future, but I …
June 26, my family and I left for a trip to El Salvador. I was nervous because we had no itinerary. Even though I suggested we make one my mom said that wasn’t necessary, “We’ll just wing it!” Of course, we were gonna visit our family in the San Miguel department (they’re called departments in …
I am a Salvadoran-American first-generation girl from Houston, Texas though I was born and raised in Pasadena, Texas. This is my recount of my family’s trip to El Salvador this past summer and my realizations from visiting my family. About half of my family migrated to the U.S. in the 80s/90s due to poverty and …
