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Dashboard Crucifix: A Seatbelt Lover in Mexico

As I lurch towards the windshield, I watch the pickup driver’s face. “What that noise?”…

3 Techniques Creative Nonfiction Borrows From Fiction

I’m just going to look at two sections of Julian’s piece, from his second draft.…

Will Tanzania’s Karatu Road Do More Harm Than Good

Half of the signs along the tarmac road are crossed out.  Driving by, I can…

Day to day in Riempi Life in a South African Township

SPRAY PAINTED ABOVE THE WINDOW on a dusty piece of warped scrap metal are the…

Garden in the City: Havana in Shades of Green

I am becoming an amateur herbalist, offering unsolicited advice when someone mentions they have a…

Forcing Drama on a Story

KEVIN ROCKED ON MULTIPLE FRONTS: he put together a nonlinear narrative with a voice and…

Coming Of Age In My Indian Family

Even before I became a part of his family, I often thought of my Hindi…

My Son’s Sweet Mexican Education

“Dulce, dulce, dulce, dulce,” sings my two-year-old son as I stroller him over cobblestones. Yes,…

On Backpacks and Babies An Auto-Cartography

This morning, Steve and I woke up late and tired because our two-year-old had been…

Peru Plate by Plate

Lima for me, means one thing: Ceviche in El Muelle in Barranco. The excitement begins…