Unheard Grief, Unmovable Men: How an Old Mexican Folktale Speaks to Our Pain Today
All the wrong people are crying, and all the people who ought to feel something do not.
The Curse of La Llorona
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There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?
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Slaves brought peanuts from Africa and planted them across the South, where they were used as animal feed.
If my grandfather could remain optimistic into his eighties, then how could I let myself become jaded in my twenties?