the skylark

My first car was a true exercise in character-building. She was a 1982 Buick Skylark, given to me by my parents when I was 17. I didn’t have a license, but I drove it anyways. When I turned 18, I drove it to my high school, and dropped out. I also accidentally hit Mr. Mole’s … Continue reading the skylark

frog memories

The stories my mom would tell me about Christopher’s father, her first husband, Erasmo, made him an almost mythical figure to me. She was 18 years old when they met. He was new to LA from Honduras, and she was new from Brooklyn. While they were dating, they would leave their houses at the same … Continue reading frog memories