1. I’m not eating again. Not because I don’t want to, but because it’s making me sick again. And my limbs feel like sand again, feel like hanging on the ends of puppet strings except no one is pulling them. That’s the problem: he’s not pulling them. So I wake up,...
Imagine Nichols Avenue, because Nichols is where we are headed. Granddad Alvarez does not take the usual Sunday scenic route: through downtown D.C., past the Lyndon B. Johnson White House and the sunburnt, sign-shaking Vietnam protesters. Instead, we hook a right from...
Author’s Note My heart is with the people of Turkey in the wake of this terrible news out of Istanbul. Writers always leave things out of their finished products, and in many cases, like the one that follows, they wring their hands about it. This was one of...
Luther stared through the windowpane, looking for the thing that hadn’t happened yet. Pauline ignored her brother, and focused on her cross-stitch of a rooster. “I know they talkin’ about me,” Luther said, voice rising and arms crossed. “Uh-huh,” responded Pauline. He...
The latest installment of “Translator’s Cut” brings us to the Hebrew language. I recently read translator Aviya Kushner’s excellent book on translating the Bible and was absolutely mesmerized. One gets a whole new appreciation for...
