One of my favorite things about Mexico is that no one ever seems to say goodbye, not really. Nos vemos! Cuídate! Hasta pronto! are all very creative…
“I think it’ll be fine,” David says, because he mostly always does. We’re surveying the sky, trying to determine if it’s safe to fly our drone above…
I’m filming myself as I write this, which makes me acutely aware of my default sitting position; hunched over my keyboard like a turtle pecking away at…
“I’m not good at planning,” is something I’ve told myself for years now, mostly because it’s been true. When I was living in China almost a decade ago…
Our dentist’s name is Dr. Jose, but he told David early on he’d rather go by Dr. Pepe. He is round and merry and because he’s a dentist in a pandemic…
I’m doing push-ups at a dusty bus stop somewhere in central Mexico, my nose lightly touching the screen of my phone directly beneath my face on the…
The first thing we notice is the smell; rotten eggs, but stronger. Meat? A rotten, meat-filled omelet? This is why I’m vegan. We’re walking down a side…
The house next to ours is a corner unit, one of only three in our tiny community of homes which all look like they’ve been copied and pasted into a…
I would like to take this week off from sending you an essay. “I have nothing to say,” I mumble to myself while making my morning coffee on Monday. What…
When I get back to our house in Merida, I notice the water pressure isn’t as strong as I remember. Or maybe it was always this soft? And I’ve just…
I’m looking at a baby blue, five-subject Mead notebook from my junior year of high school. DON’T OPEN is scrawled across the center of the cover in red…
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