personal essay

One Good Shot | Nonfiction

One Good Shot | Nonfiction

Cypress trees stand in shallow water along the shore of Phelps Lake in North Carolina’s Washington County. When dawn arrives, we are there, spread out along the L-shaped wooden dock with our tripods positioned, wide-angle lenses mounted, apertures set, each eager to...
Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

The second time Obama Fever flared, I was going on three months in Wilmington, North Carolina, struggling to find a foothold in my new setting and not at all fitting in. I’d felt a sort of unbridled optimism during Obama’s 2008 campaign, from “Yes We Can” as a slogan...
Messiah | Nonfiction

Messiah | Nonfiction

He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
Obey | Nonfiction

Obey | Nonfiction

I tell Maurcio Obeja, taxista numero 82599, the address of where I am going. I say it correctly this time, street first, number after, Suipacha 637. “The six-hundred block of Suipacha is only three or four blocks down there,” he points to the right—to this octopus...