Relocation

Roots

Here’s a surprise: Since I was small enough to fit on my dad’s lap (but too big for him to want me to), I’ve kept a journal. First, it was a pretty pink book with rows as tall as telephone wires. Then it was a collection of creamy white pages bound to secrecy by a […]

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WIWiW: Polar Vortexxx

No, the triple-x doesn’t mean what you think it means. (Unless you think it means that the weather in my hometown is so grotesque it should be prohibited and continue to stay as far away from me as possible forever and ever and ever. And if that’s what you thought, well, then, good for you. […]

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Para Siempre

I want to live forever. No, wait, I take that back. I want you to live forever. With each year that passes, the list of people packed into that pronoun changes slightly (mostly growing longer and more meaningful), but the top spot has never wavered. As a kid, the only people you truly need, love, […]

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