American? Independence-novel excerpt Tzi'*
The temperature had most definitely grown cooler but there was no wind. Bagel shivers, but it may not be from cold. I retreat to an easier subject. “Those people, the family that was walking you around. Where do you think they’re from?” “Their eyes were familiar to me, but I guess it would be ridiculous to think they were all the way from Guatemala.” “I wish I had their blanket. That would keep us warm. We could make a cave like Saba made.”
Adelaide Literary Award for Best Essay FINALIST for 2017
Excerpt STRINGS IN OUR HANDS: A Memoir for my Community of Teachers I sat on Oscar’s front step in Guatemala, holding his daughter after her first birthday party. After almost three years of Peace Corps working together in his elementary school and a few months in to a stint at an international school nearby, I was automatically invited to all family gatherings. Galy was Oscar’s third child and first girl. I was dressed in my guipil, a bright blue traditional blouse with
