I taste the warm salt through my teeth. I missed this, really–pain–crying, grimacing silently and clenching my fists till my palms blossom into white and then my blood drains. Pain. Tasteful pain–plunging deeper into pain until my tongue dries, and tear ducts on the inside corner of my eyes sting. I’m seeing the simultaneous … Continue reading The Beauty of Suffering
Lola Myrna is a soft-spoken 70-year-old woman who lives with her toddler grandson, Jimboy. She has ash-gray hair, and she keeps mostly to herself. Lola is well-known in their neighborhood for adoring only two things in this world: her garden and her only grandson.