Acclaimed food critic Jonathan Gold has written that “Entire religions have been founded on miracles less profound than the Ensenada fish taco.”
At night he rolls on his side and peeks at me over his right shoulder.
"Scratch my back?" he asks, and I gently drag my fingernails down his spine and around his shoulder blades, bones that get sharper and sharper every day.
People love to describe cancer as a fight, but it isn’t. Fights have…
I had to.
I could watch this for hours!