city mouse, suburb mouse

“Master-planned community”: a euphemism for “white people and expensive trees, arranged along streets that are cleverly named so that a typical set of directions sounds like 'make a right on Timber Rose, then a left on Heirloom Rose, and then another right on Scarlet Rose.'”* This is where I was raised, on a parcel of… Continue reading city mouse, suburb mouse

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fievel goes east

“I'm getting cockles,” I say. My dad looks at me like I just said I was ordering the insect protein. To his credit, he doesn't recommend that maybe I ought to stick with the same buttered pasta I've been eating since I started in on solid foods fifteen years earlier. “Nice!” he says. I'm sixteen… Continue reading fievel goes east

viva las incultas

I have a post in the pipeline about what it's like to grow up in Las Vegas. I have been distracted by a more pressing topic: what it's like to grow up in a public education system recently deemed the worst in the nation, so bad that parents are considering moving out of state to… Continue reading viva las incultas