Ten months into what would become a ten-year career with the UN’s security service—I was giving serious thought to declaring “fuck this”...

Remembering, February 22, 2007, gives me the vertigo of tumbling through a kaleidoscope. My daughter is two-and-a-half years old. It is a...

I definitely had this narrative for you. I was going to say something such as, it is not much to say that I had never published a book as...

You remember compressed charcoal hemming your fingernails, seams of black refusing to budge no matter how many times you scrubbed after...

He sits at his desk on Thursday, February 15, 2007, probably processing an invoice, or playing a video game on his work computer, or, if...

February 8th, 2007. It’s 12 p.m. and I’m standing behind the bar of the high-end restaurant that I’ve managed for the last several years....

In a week I would be fired. Sure, the managers and I would sit around and discuss why, and comfortable phrases would be used. Phrases...

A needle pierced my mother's frail wrist as they took a blood sample before moving on to her final chemotherapy session. The room was...

I guess you can organize your life any way you choose. This is the way I will do it: on February 1st, 2007 I was twenty-two. I was...

A Thursday morning. My drive from Redondo Beach to Compton, where I work as an elementary-school teacher, is fluid: the 110 North, the 91...