My Meraki.

13200 Old Cutler Road. On paper, these jumbled scribbles are no more than the formulation of a jotted address on an empty page that leads...

As my grandmother left her home of Cuba behind with only a porcelain doll and small duffel bag of clothes to remember it by, not much was...

All of my life I have been bred for sisterhood The oldest of four, it flows through my veins And rests in my throat And levels my head...