LatestMy mother and the rain
September afternoons on the porch: my mother shelling beans under the downpour and naming, without hesitation, every plant in the patio.
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Oaxaca de Juárez, Oaxaca, Mexico
I write slowly, between notebooks to grade and pots to water.
Photo: giulian.frisoni · CC BY 2.0
Hi, I'm Valentina
Welcome to this notebook. Here I write about what happens in my classroom, in the choir, at home and in the patio, which are sometimes the same thing. I am in no hurry, and I hope you are not either.
LatestSeptember afternoons on the porch: my mother shelling beans under the downpour and naming, without hesitation, every plant in the patio.
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Eighteen years singing alto in my parish choir, where nobody hums your part and yet everybody needs it.

An Easter week without my sons, two bedrooms I no longer know what to call, and an ironing board that finally found its place.

A simple January assignment, a very quiet boy, and the back of a pickup truck heading to the wholesale market at five in the morning.