So long as I let her watch Moana she'll let me play with her hair till kingdom come. She seems unfazed by my apology, probably because thing (1) I'm not braiding tight enough to actually hurt her (which is why her hair is all loosey-lopsided!), and thing (2) Babygirl is watching Moana. Mommy just doesn't want you looking a hot mess." If anything, I'm the one on the verge of tears, since at this rate we're both going to be late. *Best eaten cold while daydreaming about palm trees and listening to an Héctor Lavoe classic.īabygirl doesn't even cry when I suck my teeth and undo her braid for the fourth time. After removing the mixture from the cereal bowl mold, sprinkle with cinnamon.
Place in the refrigerator for five hours.Ĥ. Pour into a big cereal bowl and cover with plastic wrap. Let the combined ingredients come to a boil and keep stirring until the mixture begins getting pudding thick.ģ. Stir the mixture until the cornstarch is completely dissolved. After fifteen minutes, mix the infused coconut milk, salt, sugar, and cornstarch. Muddle a bunch of lemon verbena leaves and vanilla beans and add to the heated coconut milk. In a saucepan, heat coconut milk until it comes to a boil. Serves: Your heart when you are missing someone you love.ġ. It simply never stops."When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemon Verbena Tembleque" Make poems from the sharp feelings inside, that feel like they could carve me wide open. To grab my notebook, and write, and write, and write all the things I wish I could have said.
The only thing that calms me down after Twin and I get home is to put my headphones on. I shouldn’t get so angry when boys-and sometimes grown-ass men- talk to me however they want, think they can grab themselves or rub against me or make all kinds of offers. It happens when I’m sitting on the stoop. It happens when I’m standing on the platform.
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