"You speak Spanish like you're stupid." Little did I know at the time that I did not, in fact, speak Spanish like I was stupid. The difference between my Spanish and theirs was in the dialect. My family is from Yucatán, Mexico and a good portion of its population are of Mayan descent and strive to keep their customs alive and well even in contemporary settings.
I could never understand how someone could look into the eyes of a dog and not find the true meaning of love and compassion. I could never understand how their little happy pants and excited yips don’t cause the weights your heart constantly carries to lift, and I could never understand how the sadness in … Continue reading The Butcher