Deborah Portillo

I'm constantly on the move. If I don't release my thoughts; they will slowly destroy me. I have a personal blog, but there's no money there. So here I am... trying to make at least a buck. 

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Life Drastically Changes
17 days ago
After my grandma Alma passed away, my life felt as though it had come to drastic changes. I was now living in our front house without grandma Alma, and I knew she was not coming home from the hospital...
Grandma Alma
21 days ago
An old Mexican song plays in the background, with the sounds of shuffling feet and banging of pots and pans. I hear her undertone singing to the lyrics, “Mami que sera lo que quiere el negro? Mami que...
My Novella Life
24 days ago
I come from a family where love is not shown often, and it's expressed with words of mocking. I grew up in a home where I never felt like it was mine, and I always felt as though I didn't belong. My m...