It’s a warm day in late October and the jacarandas are in bloom. Their purple canopies frame my wide street and their scent is mixed with the cut grass and the fumes from the nearby main road. My shopping bagsRead more…
The wave goodbye
I enter through a stain-glassed door where I immediately notice a host of familiar faces, my father, my aunt, and other relatives who I have not spoken to in years. I scan the crowd for a welcoming smile and findRead more…