In a shopping center "cantina," so-called, with American and Latin pop music playing on the overhead, drinking a Mexican beer served by a Latino bartender, wishing for a shot of Cuervo Tradiciónal Plata served in a frozen salted glass with ice and Topo Chico, I actually find myself missing my life in Mexico. What is…
I was reminded of an earlier walk around that other graveyard.
You appeared wrapped in light
Life has brought me to this place, this moment.
What I wanted was an apartment that included, among other things, a washer and dryer.
Every new year comes in with the promise of new and wonderful things. We make resolutions to be better in myriad ways: more compassionate and more charitable, more active and healthier, more informed and more productive. But sometimes the new year arrives with the unexpected. How do you continue life--at at any time of year--without…
My plan to read and share what I'm reading hasn't really panned out so far this year. I read one novel and attempted a couple more but they really didn't satisfy. My professor sent me a hard copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude all the way from Louisiana and I got as far as the…
Down South in the past, Sundays were the day when families gathered for the biggest and best meal of the week. There would be fried chicken and mashed potatoes or pot roast and rice and gravy, and maybe a coconut meringue pie for dessert. Here in El Norte de Mexico, Sunday still is the day…
Before I left Mexico for the Thanksgiving break, my baby brother and I were already discussing the logistics of mustard greens for dinner Thanksgiving Day.
I hope one day soon I will have the opportunity to be taught how to administer and score a speaking text for English language learners. This time, however, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
Trina Morgan 