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Mary and Joseph with earth brown skin, straight black hair, look holy and patient. Three wise men with complexions of white and brown and black kneel on the cold stable floor, bear gifts. Guinea pigs huddle in attention. I...

I sit at his side with my copy of Joyce’s Ulysses. The IV drips into my father’s arm, his body ravaged by glucose, sweet and seductive as the Sirens’ songs. I read Ulysses because it is long and dense and oh so revered. As I...

Harder and harder every year to turn crops into cash. Harder to fill their own tables. Finally they leave the farm for urban spaces where they lock themselves in apartments. The streets that stretch around them are not theirs,...

Six months before my sixtieth year I’m diagnosed with breast cancer. The biopsy reveals it’s triple negative. Meaning nothing positive. Aggressive, wildly mutating, strangely behaving cells, not even nourished by the hormones...

Fueled with visions of giant tortoises and blue-footed boobies, I lace up my boots. A surprise snowstorm lurks just hours away; we rush out to the cab so we can fly to the desert islands—Galapagos. I need to walk other shores,...