Detroit, yeah, we lived there too for a while. My father wrote for the Free Press but he was restless and started freelancing, writing travel stories, which he despised. Break my neck so someone else can take a goddamn vacation? He’d take us with him. I remember thinking that Mount Rushmore looked carved out of… [Read More]

Teresa sells television antennas in the Zócalo. On her way to work she walks slowly through the mostly empty plaza and thinks of her sister who lives in a place called Ohio now. Her sister who was beautiful before she had children. She sends pictures. Teresa never had children herself but she was never beautiful… [Read More]