“I don’t know why I’ve always been like this, why the smallest things make me ache inside. There’s a poem I read once, titled… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“It’s easier to be pissed, though. If I stop being angry, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart until I’m just a warm mound of flesh… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“In some ways, I think that part of what I'm trying to accomplish, whether Amá really understands it or not, is to live for… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“Be careful. Please. The border…The fucking border.” I feel a wildness spreading through me. “It’s nothing but a giant wound, a big gash between… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
“How do we tie our shoes, brush our hair, drink coffee, wash the dishes, and go to sleep, pretending everything is fine? How do… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
