Erin Arellano's Writings
This is a short chapter from my memoir, Make Believe. Adagio My back was flat against the floor; and I felt the rough fiber of the carpet through my thin shirt and against the bottom of my bare feet. Anna stood in front of me, waiting. I lifted my knees to my chest, my legs making a flat platform for Anna to lie across. She grabbed my hands, then took a hop...
Memorial Day weekend, Jerry and I went to Kearney, NE to see his grandma and grandpa's graves. The last time we were there, (about 17 years ago), their graves were all by their lonesome. Now, they are surrounded by other graves - three sections of about 15 graves each - all babies that were stillborn or died within the first two years of life. Some of their...