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 Pt 2

We finally pulled over off the highway by the beach. “This is it. This is where Yemoja wants us. The tide is still too high though. We will sit and wait for it to get lower.” We sat in silence and watched the waves crash back and forth rhythmically against the rocks. After 20 minutes, […]

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