Erika Flores
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Chipped Love
September 25, 2024
Christina sat in a shabby, threadbare red booth in the far back corner
of Pepe’s Mexican restaurant, nervously stuffing another yellow corn tortilla
chip into her mouth. She was always the first one to show up. Why was that
she wondered. She was always the one arriving first, securing the…
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The Writer’s Way
September 25, 2024
My mother left when I was nine years old. She packed a suitcase one day, grabbed
a six pack of Diet Cokes from the fridge, got in her car, and left. I remember watching her
red Toyota Corolla disappear at the end of the street as it turned the corner…
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Motherhood
September 25, 2024
“I think it’s weird that you don’t have your mom’s phone number,” my nine-
year-old daughter said to me as we drove in the car to her volleyball practice. “If you
were to ever talk to her, what would you say?”
I hesitated.
These out of the blue questions always…
