Editor’s Letter
“Bendición, Mami” AS A KID, I never left my house without getting a blessing from my mom. “Que Dios te bendiga, mijita,” she would tell me on my way out the door. Five simple words that served as an invisible shield wherever I went. Even as a full-grown woman with children of my own, I would feel a bit safer in the world whenever my mother called to say she had prayed for my little family. For me, her prayers weren’t just about scripture but the intention behind them. I can picture my mami in her room in Queens, New York, quietly channeling her love my way. A single mom, she barely ever found time to sit down, but in those moments she was fully focused and relaxed. This was her meditation,…