The bears go through his fridge, he says, Break down the doors, wander his yard...
Two friends and the dislike for cheese that glued them together.
What I remember about that cat.
Everyone went out, and we stayed in.
The internet keeps talking about how the world is ending.
A translator had value if she helped conquer empires, Cortes said. He rang a bell and had her bathed as was the custom in Spain: slaves scrubbing to remove brownness from her skin. Looking at them was like looking into a tomb—two ghosts staring at one another. Cortes rang for her, though she had once … Continue reading Malinche On The First Night
Ñanduti is traditional Paraguayan lace that's probably one of the most stunning parts of Paraguayan culture. There are many legends about its origins, but my favorite one is about a Guarani woman whose forbidden love was wrongfully murdered in the jungle one night. When she found him the next morning, she saw that a spider … Continue reading Ñanduti in the Northeast, mid-pandemic
When did you decide to be a writer? For many of us, the idea first came to us in our childhood, after reading a particularly good book, learning about a famous writer, or watching a movie that we wanted to see more of, and knowing that we didn’t have the resources to actually make a … Continue reading The age that defines whether you become a writer or not
It rained today. Not a lot of rain; just enough to inconvenience a person carrying a folder full of endangered papers, who didn’t have an umbrella. Just enough to make you question if it’s weird to wear gloves in the rain; if it’s better to just take them off. Won’t we be cold anyway? It … Continue reading Iterance
Nacimos. Vos con los autitos, y nosotras con muñecas. Muñecas. Siempre me pareció extraño que el nombre del juguete es también una articulación indispensable. Tu papá te vio jugar con nosotros – jugar a ser papá, a ser responsable, a ser hombre de familia – y abrió la boca para imponer la ley. “Sacale la … Continue reading Nacimos – #8M