Sarah Maria Medina on THE SEASON OF EARTHQUAKES
July 7th, 2016 | by Sarah Maria Medina
Sound like gunfire pops through night—the cathedral letting off fireworks. When I wake, I pull clumps of mud from my
July 7th, 2016 | by Sarah Maria Medina
Sound like gunfire pops through night—the cathedral letting off fireworks. When I wake, I pull clumps of mud from my
August 18th, 2015 | by Sarah Maria Medina
The cherry trees along the road pop pink buds that fall now like snow, and summer comes hot and sweaty
January 23rd, 2015 | by Sarah Maria Medina
Wendy C. Ortiz’s memoir, Excavation, is a poetic yet stark retelling of one teenage girl’s journey into womanhood. Excavation delves
June 5th, 2014 | by Sarah Maria Medina
No one told you how hard this would be. That after the softness you would begin to mourn your former
January 30th, 2014 | by Sarah Maria Medina
Before I knew I was pregnant with my daughter, I dreamed about her one night while I was still in
October 22nd, 2013 | by Sarah Maria Medina
The heavy gray clouds are rolling in over the rooftops of San Cristobal de Las Casas. I watch them from
October 2nd, 2013 | by Sarah Maria Medina
It has been so rainy, indefinitely rainy, since the hurricanes have begun passing through our mountain town that I often
September 17th, 2013 | by Sarah Maria Medina
In my early twenties I worked in the clubs, put myself through college, and only dated women. The end of