My girlfriend and I were walking back to my place from Target, whose red, illuminated sign had become my new moon, when I saw the Dumpster sitting behind the Cineplex…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayBetween Here and There: Three Generations of Migration from and back to the British Virgin Islands
Don’t you think people are formed by the landscape they grow up in? It formed everything I ever think, or ever do, or am. —Joan Didion Josiah’s Bay is…
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It’s an overcast, yet balmy day and the wife and I are taking our infant son for a float in the motel pool. I’m fighting a losing battle to prevent…