the memory of second homes
I am thinking about the night you were away, how I began repapering the walls, trying to find a stitched pattern to ditch order, to find peace with the unaligned corners you kept. I am thinking about your patience in accepting me with my insanities included and forgiven; you never collected all the hugs I…
1,000 miles: step 46
Most mornings find me tightly bound to my blanket, ignoring every one of my three rise-and-shine alarms. I read once (in one of my favorite novels growing up, Spinelli’s Stargirl) that we are most alive, most human in those first moments after waking up. I find some truth in the idea, particularly after I’ve woken up from a…
1,000 miles: step 38
Claudia, Age 6, Daddy’s little girl come home for the first time American soil underneath feet accustomed to the earth of El Salvador No need for glasses yet and the world still seen as fair In the recesses of my mind, Have you found a place to call home?