My dad is a heavy guy. He’s not heavy in the way that he weighs down every conversation with unnecessary requirements of emotional energy, or
I walked into the courtroom with my ankles shackled and wrists bound to a belly chain. There was a deputy on either side of me
I dreamt of her; when I do, a deep wound inside opens up to breathe. In the 6000-plus nights of life that I experienced imprisoned,
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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