Marlowe Granados

to be a girl one must be especially clever

It’s funny how quickly a place can become yours.

Seeing someone you used to love is like visiting a house you once lived in. Everything about them is familiar yet strange. The greater the distance between you, the more unbelievable they seem.

I was under the impression that I loved him, simply because I never knew what he was thinking.

People are very friendly in our neighbourhood. They’re always calling to us from their cars to say nice things. The neighbours have nicknamed Gala “Snowflake” because of her blond hair, and, depending on where they’re from, call me “Princesa,” or, if they’re younger boys, “Ma.” I like the latter because it denotes a family tie. I’m still waiting for an invitation to one of the cookouts.

My mother always told me that to be a girl one must be especially clever

gave her the best advice probably anyone’s ever given her: “Why don’t you just laugh it off, have a giggle?”

She introduced Gala and me to the critic: “Isn’t it rare to find two people who like art without the intention of ever making it?

It’s funny how quickly a place can become yours. It never takes much, at least for me.

My mother always told me that to be a girl one must be especially clever