Game Over, Try Again
My tolerance for the bullshit is wearing thin. The neighbor who is incapable of managing her emotions today felt the need to, in front of the council and the few attendees who had arrived by that time, show her true colors in public. How embarrassing… for her.
Rest In Peace, And Other Lies They Tell
A woman dies in the Colonia, and the neighborhood suddenly remembers her fondly. I don't. Some truths don't get nicer just because someone stopped breathing.
The Ultimate Compliment
A neighbor's offhand compliment becomes proof I escaped my mother's script entirely. On being told you're nothing like the woman who raised you.
The Neighborhood Council Files ~ Hidden Agendas
Our first general assembly. His last attempt to lie his way back in. He brought friends, canned speeches, and a hidden agenda. We brought receipts.
The Body of Evidence
Neighbors in Guatemala remember my mother as "El cuerpo." A force of nature. A woman they speak about in awe. I inherited her face. I'm trying to figure out if I also inherited the thing that broke her.
