Full blue moon after a hard night’s rain. Indigo and black arm wrestle to name the color of the sky. Stars shine like ornaments on…
Category: Politics
We moved across the sunlit gray bricks of Plaza Vieja, dizzy from the very miracle of being in Cuba. We passed the building housing Camara…
When I was 16 years old an assistant manager walked out from behind the counter at Wendy’s, delivered my friends and me a round of…
When the handsome man driving our cab asks me if we are enjoying our trip to Havana and plan to return, my raggedy mind sifts…
Last night was a perfect night for baseball, the heat of the day rising from the concrete stadium and seeping into my bones as the…
The little girl could hear now, her father told me, because she had received cochlear implants, but she still attended a school for the deaf…
Life was difficult then. We’d had a house fire, moved back onto our property and lived for eight cramped months in a vintage RV, then…
Maybe it was a ratty old cinder block house with asphalt siding, the brick legs holding it up all cracked and tilted, its surrounding yard…