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King in the North

Like many others, when posting pictures of myself and friends on social media, I find myself captioning them #YaranNorthSide.

2 de Octubre no se olvida

Before 4 o’ clock, I caught a north-bound train on line 3 from campus to join the protest.

Man was born for love and revolution

I knew my reasons for wanting to be there were primarily emotional, not logical.

Palimpsest

But there he is again, a few pages later, with his tiny cursive handwriting.

The Case for Climate Rage

"I barely know your kids and I feel like I would jump in front of a bus to stop this shit."

When the scam artist realizes you’re not going to fall for it

This hair salon auntie also seemed like a somewhat unreliable narrator.

Reflections of a Grave-Digger

I mourned New York, the relationship, my friend.

The Billboards of Sonoma County

The incredibly ugly Korbel billboard made me actively twitchy the way the Emerald Cup billboard did.

The Sound of Music

I suspect we learned about Nazism in some unit or other, but it was buried under everything else we had to learn: how to castrate a bull, the three arms of government, Kenya’s cash crops, and how to sycophant for the Dictator Moi.