Why We Shaved Our Heads on Our Wedding Day for His Grandmother

spilled bright red punch all over a white tablecloth, she stepped in.

She immediately spilled a bit of punch on her own dress and declared that red was her favorite color.

When my own father began struggling with his memory and forgot my mother’s name, Maribel was there.

She reached out and held my mother’s hand before anyone else in the room could offer continue reading …