Never feel like you need to visit him, ever?” “I see him every morning in the mirror. I think of him as the ghost version of me. And who needs to visit your own ghost?

What are you burning?” On a glance, just some papers.”I write in a journal.” He spoke below his breath, so that his words weren’t quite for me. “Because I like to see everything written down....

But he’s got your way of making me lean into peace whenever I see red.

Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I’ve mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes. Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread. The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.

This story in my head is too hot to touch. I grabbed it anyway.

Peter and Jessie were like Romeo and Juliet. Have you ever seen that old movie? Starring Leonardo Dicaprio?