When Phillip and I broke up, my mom already knew it was going to happen months before it ended, “Mamita, I think he’s seeing someone else. I can feel it.” Mom was straight up sometimes, and you could never blame her, some information just needed to be shared, but in typical Enogenia fashion, I lashed […]

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I Carried a Watermelon

Claudia looked me straight in the eyes before clinking her glass against mine, “Cheers, hoe! I’m so proud of you! But you have to go see Mirella! Promise me you’ll call her. You need protection, don’t be stupid.” For weeks, she’d been bugging me to give her curandera a call before I left the country. […]

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