Entries by Rose Arce

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My Nanny’s Sadness is Also My Own

Franklin Gomez was dying. A machine forced air into his lungs as his rib cage heaved up and down, screaming and beeping as it synchronizes with bags bringing him fluid and morphine. His 4 kids watch over him. His wife, Rosanna, squeezes my hand and says through tears: “He is going to die, and I […]

October 20, 2011 by
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I’m Not the Nanny, Says This Latina Mom

We were at a Manhattan water park when it happened. I was with my then 3-year-old daughter, Luna, playing in a sandpit on a foul, chilly morning beneath clouds that looked like ripped paper. It was no day to be outside, but living in a city of small apartments, it was no day to be […]

July 18, 2011 by