Let the mariachi band serenade your appetite. Grilled chicken, rice, beans, and veggies wrapped in a light poncho of flour— a dish where you can taste its music, culture, and color.
giving are the hands life, love, and splendid grandeur birthing radiance
Now that money isn’t an issue and life slips away from me, how much would it cost to go back to a time when this never mattered?
From pot to ladle to plates on the table. The colors and spice, a mystic surprise, on a plate of curry and rice.
There will be times when words may hinder a portrait or song.
Belligerent yelling stained our walls. Secrets became excuses every day. I would hide, right here, when I heard their calls. Were they in the kitchen— or are they upstairs? Who cares? I had to stay hidden. Mommy would scream and daddy would push me—by accident. Maybe this was all a dream. Don’t…