Candles at Sunrise: Belting “Las Mañanitas” from Santo Domingo to Medellín
June 19, 2025
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The morning my Dominican neighbor Doña Milagros turned seventy, I woke to a brass banda
The morning my Dominican neighbor Doña Milagros turned seventy, I woke to a brass banda
The first time I tried to organize a playdate in Santo Domingo, my daughter sprinted
I first realized my Spanish Vocabulary for senior health was laughably thin on a humid
A drizzle drummed the zinc roof of Escuela Primaria Juan Bosch when my son’s teacher,
The ceiling fan whirred like a lazy helicopter as late-afternoon light spilled through my Santiago