I’m thinking of my Mama. I’m thinking of Maya Angelou. Im thinking of Sandra. I’m thinking of women who have found themselves in strange places from time to time. I’m sitting at a table, in my mind, with these women. I’m watching Maya sip tea, and Mama take a long drag from her cigarette, and … Continue reading Mother Maya Teaches Me Still
When I travel abroad, they stare. Period. But this time, for a very unexpected reason. Continue reading Me, the Sideshow in Guatemala
Their storybook success story became a storybook horror story, and you wouldn’t even know it. Continue reading Paradise, Interrupted.