BOSNIA.
*Reen and I travelled to Bosnia. And this is our story, told by her: my friend who writes like the wind… 1992. The year I chose menswear for my first day of school… Read More
***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… Read More
me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Read More
Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Read More
We go to Idaho in the winter because we want snowy days and wintery afternoons and mornings full of feather sky. We stay with my parents, in their little cabin that has a… Read More
You decide to take the Amtrak to Idaho, because the roads are icy and your car has old tires, and on the train, you can read and sleep and dream. You step out… Read More
Sometimes we go to Timberline. My parents rent a big room in the lodge with enough bunk beds to sleep ten people. Some of us ski, and when we get cold, we head… Read More
Chinatown. We walked through the tenderloin to get there. We stood underneath red lanterns and in front of dragons. We shopped for things we didn’t need, like ninja swords and mini buddhas and… Read More
Joe and I went to San Francisco. We kissed our children good-bye, boarded a miniature airplane and flew to cali. For the first time in years, we had four entire days to ourselves. We… Read More