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September/October 2005

Traveling Light in the Andes

“Will you look at that?” I said, tugging on Mom’s sleeve and pointing down from the balcony at the lady walking in through the gate, being helped by Jose Luiz and his siblings. “If ever there was a typical American tourist! She must have at least eight suitcases. Jose Luiz is too kind. She should […]

Fridays Are for Tea

The streets echo with Farsi, reverberate with the sounds of decaying cars wallowing down the road, ring in the calls of vendors. In the old parts of the city, calls to prayer drift down the streets. The sun is beginning to set, flushing the white high-rise buildings lining Tehran’s skyline with pinks and oranges. And […]

Poseidon

“Your mother? Gone?” Lydia’s father asked. Lydia twisted her fingers around the edge of her battered suitcase and nodded. She didn’t open her mouth for fear she would say something she would regret. “Fever, Mr. Wainscot. She had it for months,” Sister Engels murmured, standing behind the eleven-year-old. “Months? Why wasn’t I informed?” Sister Engels […]