Little sister hails a cab
byThe first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
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View from the Edge
byAt sunset drivers hide behind the last light’s reflections off glass, faceless robots at the controls, hands always at nine and three, becoming one…
Evening Commute
byEstelí, Nicaragua (2016) At 5:30 p.m., a woman walks home after a day of selling goods from her portable stand in the northern mountain…
Border crossing
byFor two years, my daily commute included the international border crossing from Ciudád Juarez to El Paso, Texas, and back. I was a U.S….