El Pollo

This is a selected story from Barcelona, or Notes from the Shallow End, Pt. I. Alba and her parents lived in Vilassar de Dalt, a residential area twenty-five minutes northeast along the coastline from Barcelona full of red-orange roof tiles, penny-sized mosquitoes, and sun-beaten sidewalks littered with dog shit. I was to stay in Alba’s … More El Pollo

Just a Piss

This post is a continuation of a previous story “Tuna and Rice” I was about to begin kindergarten when my great-grandfather – my grandmother’s father – died from his fourth cancer. There was a funeral. My family and I went, dressed in black, to pay our respects. My father drove. The rest of us – … More Just a Piss