“Ode to Mami’s Kitchen”

By Keishla Rivera-Lopez This is the placewhere I learned my placein the family. I was meantto be here. To cook. Toclean. To serve. To dofor others first, and myselfsecond. This is the placeI’d watchmami with furrowed brows,a red face, and frizzy hair workher magic. With her hands sheailed sickness, fed us nutritionand life. Her hands held mine andtaught me what they knew whenshe was a … Continue reading “Ode to Mami’s Kitchen”