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Race

It is time to post this. I’ve spent too long on the draft, I’ve forgotten the perfect title I came up with for it, and the fire’s dying. In 1966 and 1967, Apaches at Cibecue portrayed “the Whiteman” as hippie — mumbling, awkwardly effeminate, and… “rich but pretending poor.” In 1970, VISTA volunteers descended on […]

And Down The Stretch they Come

Cleaning the house. Cleaning cleaning cleaning. Mixing Pine Sol and Windex and Drano and Kleen-King bleach-laden scouring agent without regard for my safety. There isn’t a drain in this house which isn’t clogged. Nothing like getting down there with a rag to remind me what a wreck this house is. Either the upstairs bathtub or […]

Day: Minutes

“Are you still our teacher?” they kept asking me, sizing up how much it would take to drive me away. They know they can do it. I’ll be in California in two weeks. Suddenly I felt very very out of place.

Jonathan Saves The Day

Jonathan always wears a sweater vest over his uniform shirt. His hair, when I rumple it, is sticky to the touch. He has decided my name is “Ms. Android”– he didn’t misunderstand; he’s joking.

from a letter to Chase

Subject: I laughed until tears came to my eyes (which wasn’t too much of a stretch, seeing as it’s one of those perma-tear days at my house… I screamed myself hoarse at my afterschool class of third-graders today, and then actually burst into tears in front of them. you know there’s no going back when […]

Local schools and the etymology of “mamí”

(adapted from a letter I sent to my former roomie today) I went to a meeting of local parents about the school system today. It was, of course, infuriating. I found out that the school next door to where I’ve been working ranks 656th out of 677 schools in the whole city. And it just […]