Nothing Can Come of Nothing
I started picking up trash from the beach in Mexico. I remember
Jugo tales
Some weeks ago, I met Bura. Then, while on a sailing course,
Meeting the Bura
Last Saturday I met an invisible giant. First I saw his hands
Zadar through a nose
Our five senses help us to experience the world. But how often
COVID Chronicles
I came up with the idea to give voice to physicians who wanted to tell their stories in COVID. I present some of these stories.
9M
Hace años no me sabía feminista. Hoy me reconozco. Ser mexicana significa
Huellas sobre la arena
Algunas noches camino por la playa buscándolas. No me consideraba para nada
Lili
Now I have a plant with her name and her ashes. The