Perhaps I should explain myself. Years ago, I was sitting at the rough cement table in our little garden with some friends. One was my former roommate
The rainy season with you is lonely and cosy. We live in a city, and in summer it feels that way – we hear footfalls
To have a child in another country is to take on an entire nation as your mother-in-law. It’s a new family, or culture, into which
I am terrible with directions. I am so terrible that, one morning during my visit to Costa Rica as a college student – the same
You were conceived in the middle of a San José rush hour. All right, that’s a lie. (Did I make you throw up a little
These words have dropped from your father’s lips so many times over the past ten years, tiny soothing antacid pills for my latest emotional heartburn.