Tag: identity

Home State

What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!    


Sometimes I do not know my face.   I see a woman mistaken for an abuela on the Stockton to Sacramento Greyhound.  Or, my mother if she never dyed her hair.  Maybe I am the sepia photo of my great grandmother when she was a … Continue reading Unknowing