A strange specimen in the classroom, or the dangers of being an immigrant in school.
All in narrative
The Fidelity of Non-Memory
What if you forgot someone indispensable? What if you couldn’t recall their face while they were alive?
The Stone
So much of our life is defined by what we’ve loved, by what we’ve lost. Live long enough and one inevitably becomes the other. Live a little longer and the other becomes the one. I want to tell you about a formidable loss that has shaped much of what I have gained.
La Reparadora
I want to tell you about the Grand Moment when I first spoke the primitive language of the heart; which is to say when I first heard the language of the heart. I know it must be our mother tongue because there is no learning curve. As soon as you hear it (you do have to hear it) you’re instantly fluent.