In my dream, my son is far ahead of me, just around the corner, I think. I can’t see him, but I hope he is there. I move faster, my eyes scanning the horizon, ravenous for any glimpse of his small silhouette as proof he is not lost. He’s been gone for hours, but I control my panic and tell myself if I just keep moving, just keep looking, I will find him. When my fear can no longer be suppressed and I am on the verge of hysteria, I awake abruptly. Read more
A French man. Cool guy. We used to finish a bottle of Whiskey every day together. A French woman. She was his ex-girlfriend. She was so drunk one time that she fell asleep on the tiny highway divider outside our home.
A Spanish woman. She was cool. Two Peruvian ladies. They stopped speaking English when I tried to get them to pay bills. We had a big bonfire in the back and burned all of their stuff. Read more
My mother and I are watching The Devil Wears Prada. Even though I’ve seen the movie hundreds of times, I still cackle in that scene when Stanley Tucci looks at Anne Hathaway and says, “Are we doing some before and after piece that I don’t know about?” Read more
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