Hospitality is supposed to be a Russian tradition, but finding food in stores is increasingly difficult. Any generosity is bound to erode from lack.
Like much of Florida, it appears both ridiculous and dangerous and gambling is involved. I think. I still don’t understand it.
People will tell you the Marlins suck, that no one likes the Marlins. “Marlins fans?” they’ll joke, because everyone knows that Marlins fans don’t exist. Except they do, we do.
Moving home to Newark has been a surreal experience because I have had to mourn places that once were, but are no longer.
The magic of the Bandikui church is that it stays, rests, and remains, despite the world moving on and away from it.
I’d get up at six a.m. every Saturday, to be at the drugstore by seven. There I could fill my father’s chemotherapy prescription.
“I usually emphasize that I am a hapa author,” says Kahakauwila. “It’s a political move.”
“The question of where you’re from is often met with eager anticipation to easily judge you.”
My parents are from the Rust Belt, words supposed to encapsulate the decay, the abandoned workplaces.
Expat Texans, Texan Democrats—all us Texan “others”—have a complicated relationship with our home state.