Night Kayaking

Erin thought Peggy should share a kayak with Dad. His hearing aid was on the fritz and we didn’t want to listen to her worry about bathrooms or whales. I’d assured her for weeks that Kenmare Bay was too shallow for whales, deciding that she didn’t need to know about the fin whale that beached… Continue reading Night Kayaking

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Why I Murph

Memorial Day is coming. This is how I celebrate.

The Angel

The women in our family have been cursed with bad choices, Mijita. Very bad choices. The worn leather of the boots felt soft beneath Araceli’s hands. She’d noticed that on the day Abuela gave them to her. Your mother. Me. The uppers were still soft and supple though the leather was time-darkened. Araceli wondered if… Continue reading The Angel