I like the story of Cinderella because it's a story I can relate to: a poor girl who wishes life were better for her. She lives with her stepmother and her stepsisters who make her do all the cooking and cleaning. I hate that. The life. It's terrible working for people who don't care about you or your health or your happiness. I wish I had a fairy ( Read more... )

It was evening, when the bar housed the souls of the miserable and the lonely, the bodies of the men who had not the life nor the vigor required in a tango hall. A phonograph played an endless review of Carlos Gardel. In the months after his death the repetition would worsen, but the night went on with the promise of other tango singers, if the ( Read more... )

But no one said it would end easy.

It would occur to her, as she lay in her death bed, that the fate of the country had hinged on one simple act of drunkenness. Eva Duarte had stumbled home that first night after Milliways drunk from wine. Her mother, already furious that Eva abandoned work, was even more angered to see Eva stumble into the boarding house in a drunken state of ( Read more... )

The benefit of having five children, thought Juana Ibaguren, was the certainty of aid in the numbers. She was only one woman with a boarding home to run, and Junin, a small town with only so many workers available. If the workers of Junin could not perform the smallest duty, Juana’s children were always available to keep the place running. In ( Read more... )