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After I missed my mother’s 65th birthday and she had a mild stroke after, I made a resolve to visit her every year, even if I went broke. In April, 1999, I was coming back to Chicago from a surprise birthday visit . Entry point: Wisconsin. Between the pages of my Philippine passport were inserted, Read more
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Why do we love knowing the pain that comes?I pondered this as I listened and felt the ache of a broken-hearted friend. I remember pondering this in middle school. Twelve and besotted. A girl with curls and a mean spike. One that parts jerseys on the other side of the net. Noemi. She had a Read more
