Saturday evening, while the rest of my siblings went to a tortilla-making party, I opted to sit at my desk in my room and stare out the window at the sunset, brilliant fire in the sky, and write an email. “Come on!” they had said to me before we parted ways–we were in cars in […]
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To read Part One of this story, go here. Harold and Joe were gone by the time I got back to the cement square–about 9:00 on Sunday morning. Of the men I had seen the night before, there was only a white man left: the scary one who’d been lying in his sleeping bag, face
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Madison–where I stayed the weekend for a writer’s conference–was a study in contrasts. Saturday, with the sun shining and weekend events in full swing, colorful figures dotted the green lawn in front of the capitol building. Girls in hijab laughed and snapped photos with girls in miniskirts and tank tops. Hundreds of people of many
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When I started blogging, I set a goal to post every Monday, and yesterday that didn’t happen. Sadly, it wasn’t because I couldn’t have. It was because I went to Mexican And then I came home and read The Week, and stared at my computer screen in sorta a foggy, unenthusiastic way and wished I
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Easter in South Carolina was lovely. Dogwood trees and azaleas were in full bloom. There were bundles of pine straw–which we don’t do in Wisconsin–and beautiful waxy flowers of which I don’t know the name. I stayed with my Aunt Mary and Uncle Andy and their four children: Andrea, Heidi, Gilbert, and Erica. I attended
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