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31 May, 2019

I remember sugar cane. I remember the black bowler hat my great-grandpa always wore, even under the shade of the Guava tree in our backyard. I remember the wasp in my room one Saturday morning. I went and got Danny, and he helped me get it out. I remember playing hangman with Danny on the…

30 May, 2019

I love my bed in Iowa City. It’s small, but that’s okay, because it only needs to fit me, which it does perfectly. I’ve got it positioned so I can pull my curtains back and look out through the screen into my backyard, and the outline of the pine tree branches in the back. In…

30 May, 2019

Banana, pineapple, mango  for breakfast before school.  On days we’re running late,  just the mango,  cecause mamá knows  it’s my favorite.  Afternoon naps next to Danny;  Lulled to sleep by his game’s sounds  off gunshots and bombs and footprints  on gravel that I can hear  even now. And then a soft nudge to show me…

25 May, 2019

Some afternoons, when our mom kicks us out of the house and tells us to go play, my younger brother and I will trudge up the road and then off into the woods, where there is a waterless river we like to walk in. We slowly bumble our way along the riverbed, searching for nice-looking…

01 February, 2019

I went to get my duffel out of my mom’s trunk this morning and found a box of halloween lights, and a unopened bottle of fall-colored sprinkles in there too. These will no doubt be used on the sugar cookies we make at my sister’s annual halloween party. There will also be pigs in a…

25 August, 2018