Series of A Path with Heart from Araceli Martínez
Flowers are supposed to smell delicious, but not The Corpse Flower. When it decomposes, the odour keeps flies and beetles away. But it didn’t keep me away. […]
I do not know if lawyer Foong will be able to save the three Mexican brothers, but I am sure he and his team of lawyers will do all that is humanly possible to save these men from death by hanging. […]
Over and over again, the woman pressed her veil to the bridge of her nose as if she was afraid that it would slip and reveal her face. She was covered from head to toe in a black fabric. Her brown eyes were the only visible thing about her, and they were extremely beautiful: brown, big and with curly eyelashes. […]
I recently traveled to Singapore. Here are 17 things that amazed me about it. […]
The powerful earthquake and tsunami that struck Japan made me remember the tsunami alert that mobilized Mazatlán when I was a child. […]
For children and students, libraries complement their education. For adults, libraries are an opportunity for life-long learning. I know that California is in financial trouble, but for many people public libraries are the only path to self improvement. […]
The front of my house was spray-painted with insults. At the radio station where I worked, for weeks I received stuffed animals or flowers along with cards full of insults. For months, people called the radio station on a daily basis and left me insulting messages. […]
The men stopped the car about five kilometers from the highway. They told my friend that they would forgive him for trying to run away. They stole his new truck, his cell phone, his documents and they took 2,000 pesos (160-165 dollars) that my friend had in his wallet. Then, believe or not, the robbers gave the doctor 500 pesos (40 dollars) so he could catch a bus home. […]
I consider calling the flight attendant to complain. Hey, why do you let this man pay for only one seat? He is taking up half of my own seat. […]
Two or three hours before arriving at Guadalajara, a patrol car stopped the bus. My 72-year mother, who was sitting up front, quickly realized that the two police officers were impostors. […]
In Mexico, nursing homes are humble and frugal dwellings. Only the poor and childless live in them. In Mexico, most families take care of their elders until they die. Placing a parent in a senior home is almost unheard of. […]
It seems America and California are the ones who will lose out the most by not supporting undocumented immigrant youth. In these challenging economic times, we need students as courageous as Adriana to fuel our economy. […]
fter about four months, the doctor told Miguel that the San Mateo hospital administrators had ordered him to disconnect Alfredo from the machines that kept him alive. […]
The rocks are very slippery. I am afraid to slip. I ask God to help me find a way down. I ask Him to help me to be smart. There are two roads. I have to pick the less dangerous one.
My heart is pumping. I am as excited as little kid. I’m waiting in a long crowded line to see the mummies of Guanajuato. I have wanted to come to see them ever since I was a little kid, and I finally will – in just a few minutes.
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