It took me until today to realize that I am the woman who gets to peel the onions. The onions have always been there on our kitchen table – untouched and fresh throughout the years. It always bothered me, and I’ve tried too many times to throw it. Just as I thought I escaped from it, the onions showed up in my luggage.

Peeling onions is a story and prose of reconnecting with my fears and rage, and accepting the layers that make up the very fabric of my being.

I invite you to peel the onions with me: Read here.