personal essay

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...
Evolution | Nonfiction

Evolution | Nonfiction

1. After being chased by men one too many times in my hometown, I decided it was time leave. Go see the world. Or at least the West Coast. I’d be damned if I let a man kill me in my hometown. I was young and full of courage. I placed a prism attached to a string and a...