Term: travel-memoir
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Subtle Entanglements
October — Willapa Bay, WA: The morning I arrived at a monthlong artist residency, I read from Patricia Highsmith’s journal: What to say about Yaddo?...
A Blade of Grass, A Piece of Camel, A Grain of Sand
The quietest place I love in America is just about anywhere in the Nebraska Sandhills. The western horizon lingers along Highway 20 beyond Newport, as...
Staring Down the Language Barrier
The first language I heard was Arabic. I am sure of it although I don’t actually remember. I do know the endearments toward babies, ill...
The Road from Dajabón
Carlos insisted that, in order to get to Cap-Haïtien by the afternoon, he and I had to leave at 4:30 the following morning. On the...
My Father Not Yet My Father
I pulled on the rope cord that hung from the ceiling, and the attic steps yawned open with a creak and a groan. My sister...
The Homeland or Something Like That
My grandmother adored Ronald Reagan. As a child, I just took this to be one of her many idiosyncrasies, along with the very deliberate way...
That Beautiful White Space
It’s late April in northern Arizona and the weather is fussy and finicky as spring struggles to throw off the chill and influence of winter....
Space between Breaths
I come from metal, from shaky steps, from air. I arrived as a newborn at 2 years and 9 months old. I could say Umma...
End of the Line
At about seven years old, I got the notion stuck in my head that I was going to go to jail. I never brought it...
It All Means Everything
South across the river, it was rising over the silhouettes of trees to fill the sky. It was close, seemed to be getting closer, and...
Revenir
In Togo, a slice of a country just smaller than West Virginia on the West African coast, nobody says goodbye. Aller et retourner, go and...
La Familia
Even before Andres asked if he could use my bed to have sex with a Turkish woman, I had the feeling our friendship was headed...
The Postcard from Venice
There is a kiosk on Lido island. You pass it when you step off the ferry from Venice and walk down the main road, which...