We started out completely lost in each other. I only knew his love for me. It was as if nothing else existed. Sometimes it seemed my heart would explode at the sound of his voice or the sight of his loving gaze. And even though I’d been warned the feelings would fade, I set aside…

Reflections on Goodbyes and Pachangas It’s the unsaid “goodbyes” that hurt most. We moved and people disappeared from my world when we started over in a new town, a new church, a new school. Yet, the disappeared haunt my memory in the vague forms and incomplete sketches imagined by my younger self. My music teacher,…