By Victor D. Infante
It’s an odd day when you wake up to discover that the newspaper for which you work is being held up nationally as an exemplar of the rise and fall of local journalism, but there I … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Seven: “The Nickel Empire”
The next day, the phone woke me at 9 a.m. It was Harry.
“Do you like hot dogs?”
“Huh?” I’m not at my best when I … Continue reading→
I Come to See for Myself: On the Anniversary of Hurricane Maria
By Nancy Mercado
I fly in to see for myself
below, blue tarps over the homes of my nation
like those silver blankets that cover the souls
of Mayan and Arawak children … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Six: “Muskrat Ramble”
“Willie Kasper is a character,” Harry informed me as we hailed a cab across town. “He eats with his mouth open. He’s pushy and loud, but has … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Five: “Ain’t She Sweet”
I slept through the night. When I awoke, my arm was stiff. It ached. I had a small scab and an ugly black and blue bruise. … Continue reading→