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El Miedo

Hay miedos que uno aprende a manejar, pero que nunca desaparecen. Para mí, ese miedo es la muerte inesperada. No tanto la mía, sino la de alguien que amo. Quizás porque ya sé lo doloroso que se siente perder a alguien que forma parte de tu vida, de tus conversaciones,…

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Today is My Someday

Time has a unique ability to run away with itself. As soon as I think "Aha! I've got you!" it slips away, like a light passing under a doorway. So many times I've watched that very light grow gently in the gap between the door and the floor, shine brilliantly,…

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Casa Sola…

When I was a teenager, I would stay in my room usually reading a book. It was my way of escaping the commotion of a house full of people. Many times my mother would tell me that I was “casa sola y rancho aparte.” I didn’t know what she meant.…

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Interpreting Story Being a medical interpreter is interesting... I'm part of some of the most vulnerable moments in people's life's. You are a stranger to them and they're strangers to me. However I'm there when they're about to go into surgery, or about to have a baby, or in the…