The gypsies had been there ever since I can remember. There were men, women, and children. The men were dark, surly, and unwashed, often bearded....
In 2014, I started my life over by returning to San Diego, the Californian city on the Pacific Ocean. It’s a city I have claimed...
About a year before I was born, my parents and six-year-old sister moved into a house in southern Brooklyn, in a neighbourhood that is often...
My husband’s friends lived east of the city, and whenever we visited, I was jealous of their space. Their living room was wide, the backyard...
I am standing barefoot on the soft green brow of Cleeve Hill, the highest point in Gloucestershire, holding up a faded cream-cotton parasol against the...
The street I live on has two blocks and one intersection. It is lined with American hackberry trees which turn verdant from spring through fall,...
Once, I wrote an imaginary break-up note in part to my partner, but more to the place we live: “It’s not you, dear, it’s the...
When I stepped off the plane in Buenos Aires, I smelt burnt tires, smog and a dash of sea salt. The immigration agent saw my...
Homestead Road was not entirely unfamiliar to me when I first moved to the neighbourhood where it begins, at the cusp of two Silicon Valley...
The Name
Waldemar Adelino da Silva was one of nearly 26,000 Brazilian soldiers, called expedicionários, who fought under the command of US forces in northern...
An old woman perches atop a fifth-storey window. Her elbows rest on the wooden frame, once painted—now chipping, the remnants of burgundy flaking off more...