Assimilation

People who speak Spanish all have outside jobs, my daughter announces as the Mow ‘n Blow crew descend from a truck to ravish our lawn. I read her a book about dark children dancing, playing drums with wrinkled elders, eating fried plantains. Bored, she grabs Dr. Seuss. I’m not Latin Mommy. I’m light pink like … Read more

You Are You

‘I am me.’ Pessoa. Once upon a time–How now can I begin like that? It’s June 30, 2000, it’s morning still cool although the murderous heat is waiting impatiently in the high branches of the eucalyptus. You shake your head no. Heat is an abstraction. Those are four black crows, you insist, the same ones … Read more