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i always wanted an abuela.

I always envied my friends who had deep and meaningful relationships with their grandmothers. The Nanas that taught them how to sew while they shared stories from the war. The Bombas who would sit and go through old photographs, passing on a piece of the past to future generations. The Amá Sání who would help a girl learn the intricacies of beading a bracelet. The Abuelas who would pass down a tamale recipe that had been perfected over generations. I wanted an abuela.

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I learned a hard lesson a couple of months ago. It’s one that I teach clients about all the time. Back. Up. Your. Files. I wish I had listened to my own advice. Upon learning at the beginning of June that my site hosting had expired and I missed the reactivation window by a mere 48 …

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