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Juan Felipe Guerrero de Ortega, only son of El Primadór, was thirty-six years old when his marriage to Marta Sánchez was announced. Marta was the daughter of Hector and Isabela Sánchez, the most affluent family in Tierra de Pluma. She was just … Continue reading
I was still five when Disney made the world fall in love with The Little Mermaid all over again. Like many girls, I stood inches in front of my TV set, watching a thing called a VHS video-cassette, and singing, … Continue reading
Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. She’s so infuriating. Clickety-clack. Through the day and into the night. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clickety-clack-clack-clack. I’m not crazy. I don’t know why they stuck me in here with her, brain-dead Mary the vegetable and her incessant clicking and clacking. … Continue reading
I was six when Nana first rescued me from the mundane world of the concrete. Other kids got their stories about fairies from Peter Pan and Fern Gully. I got mine from the nasturtium in Nana’s garden. Nana died when … Continue reading
The old man – Billups is his name – lives alone in a rickety wood-shingle, house. It stands at the end of a short, dirt road at the south end of town that runs alongside the vacant lot where the … Continue reading
“Mama! You need to start drinking coffee,” Annie insisted loudly as she burst through the door after tennis practice. “Coffee stains your teeth,” Mama replied quietly from her spot in the lounge, ” and God save the world if you … Continue reading
The tables inside the tiny diner were all full. The dull clamor of German breakfast table chatter mingled with the scents of sausage and coffee in the air. Stimmung, Maggie thought humorously to herself. With no place else to sit, … Continue reading
I can’t really say we got arrested. We were nine years old. Well, Jessi was. You couldn’t handcuff a couple of girls our age anway. The cuffs would just fall off. But we ended up in the back seat of … Continue reading
“What kind samwich is Tufi make for you?” asked the small man behind the counter. “Whatever is, I make it for you best in all the world!” I held back a giggle. He wasn’t more than a few inches taller … Continue reading