Learning from the children

A family walks into a non-descript restaurant in Humboldt Park, a little girl tugging at her mother’s hands. It is time for lunch. People are ordering food, and eating it, taking this mundane task for granted. But the little girl notices a young woman, standing...

Reflections

Everything is either white or reflective in my grandmother’s bedroom. Of the two beds, I slept on the water bed because it hurt her back. I would sprawl out under the tangle of white blankets and stare at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling, waiting for her to...