Erasmo Guerra

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    As my mother drives me through Valley Memorial Gardens, she points out the plots now priced at a thousand dollars, double what she paid […] Full Story

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    My bus is called. Outside, the afternoon air smells of exhaust and escape—the oily heaviness of leaving or being left—and I get in line […] Full Story

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    I laid out my pin-striped suit, a Paul Smith that cost too much, but I’d bought it anyway because there were a number of […] Full Story

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    Once More to the RiverBY ERASMO GUERRA ach summer, as a young girl, Maria Guadalupe crossed the Rio Grande into Mexico to spend the […] Full Story