The guy behind me at Starbucks is on the phone. He is young, handsome; 15 years my junior.
He was jittery, making a sales pitch. I had heard most of it, and was not convinced. The investor, on the other side of him, did…
I was recently asked about happiness. I paused. It’s such a simple question, but it is complicated all at the same…
She walks into Starbucks; mask on, sweats, and tanktop. She is on the phone, and her conversation floats above the din of the espresso…
Her name is Inocencia, innocence in Spanish, and everyone calls her Ino. It’s ironic, really. Her life has been filled with evil so…
The road meshes forward in an ever-expansive motif of black, white, and yellow. The clouds over-head hang droopily…
I withdrew my candidacy for the Consular Fellows position at the state department. It was hard—I really wanted to do this, but I’m done running. There’s no point in it. The wind blows; let it blow, but I can’t take flight with it anymore.
Thirty-two. 11,680 days plus 8. There have been 8 leap years since 1985, so there have been…