By Maria Enrico
Food left in my office because she knew I don’t cook, but love to eat. A five course Venezuelan lunch for my birthday. Helping me make my online classes beautiful. Sharing our love of Nina Simone. Sneaking out for a cigarette. A knock on my classroom door and Alicia there with a cup of espresso for me. Emailing each other alerts about which detective shows to watch. And so much more.
By Rachel Corkle Often Alicia and I were the only people in the department, it seemed, before 8am. Inevitably the copy machine […]
By Xiomara Abud This is what I will always remember about Alicia: Her selfless generosity; never expecting anything in return. Her face, […]
By Lisa Sarti I can still hear her signature Ciao Corazon! loudly greeting me upon her arrival … her songs bringing a […]
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