Señores, venga el aviso.
Good people, here’s the notice.
In my thirty-third year, this Spanglish-speaking, feet-in-two-worlds, gringa Latina realized it was time to go to Mexico and save my mother.
To be clear, my mother had died shortly after I turned thirty-one, in our house in Pennsylvania, long removed from the land of her upbringing. But you know how it is with some mothers — nothing slows their roll, not even death.
Sabrina Vourvoulias 