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 […]
Negrita Cucurumbé
My abuelito was a world traveler. Before diabetes. Before the doctors amputated his leg. Before his heart attack. Mi abuelito was a photographer, a journalist, a businessman, un viajero. Every few years my abue would take his nietos to Mexico. My turn finally came the fall of ’96, the year before he passed away. I was […]