A reluctant goodbye hung in the space between us: a held breath an undelivered kiss a question with no answer the trembling recognition of grace and hands that want to hold on —even as they’re letting go. —Cynthia Hernandez, 2021

For so long I lived in the illusion of our happy ending. Until I learned that endings can be found in the middle too. It took me far too long to see that my happy was in our ending, which also became my beginning. 6/26/2021

I was thirty, freshman making up time my first semester in college and I took a film class what seemed like easy credits Rarely had I worked so hard in a classroom Week one we watched ‘The Graduate’ penultimate coming-of-age tale few of my classmates…