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if I die or. . .

As usual, I woke in the middle of the night. I have had a bad feeling that I would die in labor with this child. It was on my mind the whole time we tried for this child, a sense of foreboding. Maybe it is because I am the breadwinner of our family, maybe it … Continue reading

my family’s lives and potential death hinge on your propaganda

I don’t even know where to begin. Do I begin when I quit my job because I lacked adequate maternity leave? Do I begin when my partner was then laid off after Trump slashed the USDA budget? Do I begin with how we met at a Salsa Dance in the Borderland? (It’s a favorite story … Continue reading