My 50th anniversary of arriving in the U.S.

My family, not long after arriving here from Cuba.

My family, not long after arriving here from Cuba.

Fifty years ago today, my family and I arrived in the U.S.

The night before, we’d gathered just outside of Havana, my parents, my brother and I, joined by 40 other people to board a 28 foot boat to escape from Cuba.

For my parents, it was goodbye forever to the life they’d known. For my brother and me, a transformation of the promise of whatever life we’d had, or could have had, under any circumstances, in Cuba.

For this queer girl (in every sense), that’s been a gift.

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