North of south
, not being from the mire but still in it,
make steeples of my hands, each joint wooden like
the inner ribbing, and I dive into the shallow
brown-green muck, and algae clings to my nose hair … Read moreNorth of south
Category: Essays
Life lessons from behind the wheel
The mechanic from the tire shop down the road who called me last February spoke a memorable, if eerie, line: “Is it possible there’s somebody living around here who hates you?” he said with a raspy voice … Read moreLife lessons from behind the wheel
Kathleen
Kathleen Pelkey is known to make kids cry. Grown men, too.
Some would consider it unbecoming. Others, endearing. It all depends on how you look at it — or rather, her … Read moreKathleen
The Problem Child
I left behind a long list of teachers who despised me during my 12 years in the Florida public school system. Twenty-six kids sit under the fluorescent lights of a classroom, staring down at a sheet of manila paper. The Floridian humidity creeps in through the windows of our portable – a clever euphemism for the mobile homes that served as our cramped classrooms … Read moreThe Problem Child
Valió la peña
I remember asking my mom once, “Why didn’t you put the eñe in my paperwork?”
There was an invisible little squiggle over the n in my last name. It signified that the Peña was pronounced pen-ya, not pen-a. While most of my classmates grew up knowing and never questioning their names, I didn’t fully understand mine until I was ten … Read moreValió la peña