(in memory of my father and uncles) I am seventeen and go to Spain where I stare at men with Spanish noses, Spanish chins. While Madrileños do not seem to mind or find it strange that a foreign girl would stare at them, what...
Once on a shopping trip with my wife while we were feeling the exhilaration of knowing that money could be spent, unnecessary things could be purchased, life could be decorated, we bought a large colorfully painted ceramic frog....
We met on the outskirts of Kalamazoo in a laundromat, hers tumbling in a dryer, mine still swirling in a washer. She had a boy with her, a runt with blond curls playing a video game on his phone. He didn’t look up when she...
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power – Toni Morrison
