The West

The West

I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.

Chrome and Passing

Chrome and Passing

Because when it comes to people I know who are both 1. my age and 2. genuinely proud of our country, the list grows thin.

Family Portraits

Family Portraits

In the evening we venture out into the city that she has called “the armpit of California” and find a place to procure some burritos. As we eat, Aunt Ellen tells me about her world travels.

On Wonder

On Wonder

When I tell people that the high schoolers painted a building, cleaned up weeds and replaced broken doors, people ask me what the building is for. “Nothing,” I say.

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