Being around Consuelo confuses me sometimes. When I’m with her, I miss my grandma, and have to remind myself that Consuelo is not of my grandmother’s generation. If Grandma were still living, she’d be 117. I think Consuelo is in her late seventies. She’s barely even old enough to have been my mom. There areContinue reading “Consuelo”
Category Archives: immigrants
Jose and Oso
As soon as Shelter-In-Place started, I understood: I needed to experience the world as bigger than what was contained inside the walls of my house. So I started sitting outside. The day it occurred to me that I could plunk an empty extra chair 8 feet away from where I sat on the front lawn,Continue reading “Jose and Oso”
Santiago
On a hot day in mid-May at around 6:00 pm, I glimpsed a man down the street. He was standing still, facing me. After a bit, he turned his back and began walking away. Then, abruptly, he spun around and marched directly toward me, stopping about eight feet away. A visitor! He wore a mask,Continue reading “Santiago”
The Extrovert Chair 