"Te cayó la macacoa." My mother used to say that. Cool word if you ask me. It almost sounds like some sort of strange bird or something. Not quite. La Macacoa, in Puerto Rico at least, is a devlish little creature that lands on your shoulder and weighs you down. She makes people "under the weather" as they say,…
It was a bright and beautiful Thursday afternoon, but for some reason the Rosas children did not want to go outside to play. They were tackling their most recent artistic endeavour: paint. It was quiet; as usually happens during painting spells. The flow of colored ooze just brings peace into the house. That is of course, if you ignore the mess,…