No Longer

The moringa tree is no longer a sapling with a root thicker than its body. It’s slender branches now brush the air some twenty feet above the ground. The strawberry plants still live, but weeds threaten to choke them. The sweet potato plants have disappeared. So has Lídia, the large female teacher that taught in …

Museu Makes Sense

The president of the Republic of Mozambique has peacocks, a whole muster of them, and I live a block from his house. His avian pets wander through the neighborhood, screaming out twice a day in the gray hours as they frantically flap to their roosts in the trees above the street. Last week I watched …

The Rhythm of the Tide

I was made on a beach in Mexico south of the tourist town of Puerto Nuevo beneath a sky full of fireworks. That is how my parents would recount it, at least, every time that we passed the beach on camping trips to the Baja peninsula during my childhood. Puerto Nuevo is not such a …