Fifteen Seconds of Peace
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
Category Archives: Honduras
Songs for Liberation
I knew that each page contained not only a tune, but also a message about who we were and who we ought to be—often pious and self-assured.
They Call Her a Siguanaba
Some say she kills the men; in Honduras, she usually makes them go crazy.
Preparing for Proximity
The turn of this year feels too fragile for plans.
The Unicorn That Changed My Life
Like Agnes, I decided this unicorn would be mine.
The One Time You’re Asked to Hurry Up in Honduras
Everyone who gets on is headed their own way—school, work, church, shopping, home—but for a brief moment, the barreling bus brings us all together.
Carrying Home on Our Backs
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
Generating… Poetry for this Place
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
Am I a Gringa?
Even when I do speak in accented Spanish, Hondurans often assume I’m from a Honduran afro-indigenous community.
Prepare for Re-entry
The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.
