Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.