Excerpt from a short story I’m working on, I’d love some feedback friends: “La misma? Same cut?” Eduardo asked his mother. “La misma,” Ana replied. She sat on the wooden…
“I grew older and heavier then, my mother’s love bigger than my small body could hold. Her love would hang on to my ankles and wrists on every journey I…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=67bjmpLHQAw&NR=1
Lights in the Hand 