My Abuelita takes great pride in her garden, in the trees she tends to. They grow tall, bright, and abundant like the family she created. Plump pomegranates overflow in buckets, purple figs swell and hang right above our heads, small limes cluster like tiles in a mosaic of green among verdant leaves, and aromatic guayabas … Continue reading June Micro Memoir Contest: Gold Winner: “Ghosts of Guayabas” by Evangeline Sanchez
Academy of the Heart And Mind 