ME TODAY: Nobody seems to mind if there is crawling, crying, and running around
By the time breakfast was ready, he was hysterical and I was deranged.
I think of my abuelita's stories. These tales often began with a declaration that she’d been born four months after the Titanic set sail. With a laugh, she’d swirl her ever present cup of coffee and add that the ship sank five days later. Meanwhile, she persevered. She said that it was coffee that kept her going.