Alejandra Mora Hendler
Bio
Mother, wife & author. My poetry chapbooks and novella are on amazon. A free chapter of the novella is right here on vocal, and my new book Jasper & Sunny will be released here first one chapter at a time!
www.alejandramorahendler.com
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To Grandmother's House We Go
The apartment sat empty, the dust particles floating in the air like sparkling memories of life that had been long gone, but still linger, imprinted on the walls and echoing in the heartbeat of what used to be her home. The three cousins were meeting there, for a night on the town. They’d spent the day getting themselves dolled up and ready to let off some steam and dance the night away. They intended to meet at the old apartment and once together they would leave to head off into the night. Yet a deep fog began to surround them as they arrived. The empty streets were of an eerie comfort as they approached the emptiness beyond the basement door.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler4 years ago in Fiction
The Love Destination
I have dated more guys than I care to admit. Anyone on the outside looking in would have looked at my escapades and wondered about my values. Yet, I was always searching for love. So, for those that know me, whenever you saw me in any type of situation that seemed casual or seemed like it could never go anywhere, just know that love was always the destination I had in mind. I met someone once that had an entire child while we dated on and off, and I didn’t know. And I mean someone was pregnant, someone gave birth, a child was born. There I was, the side chick unaware, believing every story, any lie accepting any form of attention and making it bigger in my own head because again, love was my destination.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Humans
Reclaiming Your Voice With Vocal
I have always been a writer. It started around age ten when I wrote poetry in a little yellow notebook about the mean girls. Then the poems grew in meaning, and soon all my thoughts held a direct line to the pen, to the paper, to the world. Even if that world was just words freely sitting on the page, out of my head and the only eyes seeing them my own, it didn’t matter, because I was a writer.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Journal
Just Call Me Chicken-arian
Once upon a time I was a carnivore. Then one day around 2008, I had some steak sizzling on the stove and then when it was ready it did not look like food. The veins of fat, the markings on the meat, it just looked like a plate of carcass. I couldn’t explain it, but something happened in that moment and I have never had beef again.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Humans
Domestic Violence During Quarantine
A foreword: There are many kinds of stories of people that quarantined in 2020. Many of us read books, learned how to plant gardens, perfected baking recipes, practiced making babies, worked from home, took on active roles in our children's education, were grateful to just be alive.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Psyche
