At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such…
Tag: Memoir
There’s nothing like those big, clear sky, still-heavy with heat Texas evenings, that make me think of a swamp cooler. Now called evaporative coolers, they…
“So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an…