Han Kang’s Greek Lessons, by that South Korean author who won the Nobel Prize a couple of years ago and whose name I sometimes forget but never forget what her words make me feel, came into my hands like

A few days ago, my teenage daughter asked me a simple yet profound question: Mom, what were the first books you read that you loved the most? I fell silent for a few seconds, looking at the spines of the

Today I came to sit in its shade, and I don’t know if it was the wind rustling its leaves or the unmistakable scent of its crushed fruit on the ground, but the fact is the afternoon trapped me here, in

Hoy he tenido algo de tiempo y me he pasado una hora mirando fotos en mi galería. Es curioso que en casi todas estoy riendo: ojos entrecerrados, dientes al aire, esa expresión que se supone que es sinónimo

I had always seen coriander as just another ingredient in the kitchen, and for us, it is not a simple garnish, rather, it is a pillar. I think it is the flavor I most associate with my home. We chop it

Aquí, en Cuba, en estos tiempos donde las largas horas sin electricidad estiran las sombras de la tarde hasta hacerlas eternas, donde las carencias se vuelven un eco constante y la incertidumbre se sienta

Today I feel a little romantic and a little sad, like that strange mix that sometimes visits us without warning, like a lump in the throat that never quite forms but never quite dissolves either. In these

There are fruits that carry a story with them, a flavor that transports us directly to childhood, and for me, that fruit is, without a doubt, the cherimoya. From a very young age, I remember discovering

Mientras leía la publicación que nos regalaba el imprescindible @emiliorios, recordaba que hace unos días, mientras revisaba a un paciente, me sorprendió mi propia reacción porque era un niño con una migraña

The magic that makes any literature accessible through digital means brought me to The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter as one approaches a fogged mirror, not quite knowing what face they will find on the other

There are certain things you cannot buy at the supermarket, nor do they come on trays wrapped in transparent plastic. I am talking about those that grow on the other side of the fence, almost brushing

Llevo cerca de 24 horas sin corriente eléctrica por un apagón total en Cuba, donde el silencio de repente pesa más que el ruido de la ciudad. No es la primera vez, pero cada vez me enfrento a lo mismo:

Today is World Poetry Day, and although the date might sound like just another calendar event, for me it is a moment to pause and give thanks for the existence of something that cannot be fully captured,

Termina la semana y no me refiero solo a que el calendario marque sábado o domingo, me refiero a ese momento en que el cuerpo ya no da más y en que la mente se siente como un cristal empañado y sucio por

Last night, while watering the garden, I stopped in front of Dad's avocado tree. The plant that began blooming over a month ago and about which I wrote here some time ago, now bears small fruits no larger

There is something strangely addictive about peering into the abyss, and perhaps that is why, in recent weeks, my nightstand has become a sort of museum of political and social horrors, a hostile territory

Hoy ha sido un día de esos que te dejan sin aliento, y no por algo malo, sino por una larga jornada en la consulta. Soy médico, y aunque mucha gente cree que con el tiempo una se acostumbra a todo, les

A few days ago, while I was having breakfast in the yard, a scent reached me that transported me straight back to my childhood. I didn't even have to look up to know where it was coming from. There she

Hace unos días, llegando a casa después de una larga jornada en la consulta, vi en la puerta de la nevera, imantado junto a la lista de la compra y el horario de mi hija, un pequeño corazón de foami de

Just a few days ago, immersed in the logical nightmare of Orwell, @plavookac suggested Ray Bradbury and his Fahrenheit 451 to me, and I, obedient and curious, sought out that title that had always resonated