That’s Right (You’re Not From Texas, But Neither Am I, I Guess)
Get your laughs in, Midwesterners, but for eight-year-old Caitlin, Texas was paradise.
The Visa Voyage
I awoke to our driver speaking in an urgent and concerned tone while tapping the horn.
On and Off with Andy
We’re getting used to this: the shepherding of my distracted attention back into the air. Sitting off to the side and seeing my traffic go by.
“Little Venice” is Sinking
Neighboring governments are refusing to accept these hungry, oppressed citizens, just for lacking a simple pamphlet made of dead trees and bureaucracy.
A Metro to the Moon
As the train and your pulse both speed up, something happens. In the middle of a step, between the time when your back foot leaves the ground and lands in front of the other, you seem to be weightless.
The Art of Staying
I love the city I now call home, but it’s never been my destination.
I Didn’t Know Shit About A Lot of Things
I’m a youth director who wakes up most mornings wondering if God is even real. I’m prone to weariness from the locational and spiritual uncertainty of my future.
Sounds of Salamá
From the kitchen comes the pitter-patter of the pressure cooker, rap tap tapping, hissing spurts of steam, signaling that something delectable will be on the table at the next meal—most likely black beans.
In Life and in Death
A hot and electric pulse coursed through my body, like the shock you receive from an exposed wire, only longer-lasting, and warmer.
The Strip Mall Zoologist
Maybe when I have bigger problems I’ll consider switching my primary care physician to someone with a background in medicine.
