Chicago Quarterly Review
Chosen as Notable Essay by Best American Essays, 2019 edition
“If you could have lifted the roof of my house when I was growing up, you would have often found twelve people in the living room, each with their nose buried in a book, and nobody talking to each other.”
Front Porch Journal
“Here, your allowance.” Mom gives me two and half pesetas, like every Saturday afternoon when we are in San Julián.
“Gracias!” I rush upstairs to put one and a half pesetas in my nightstand, hidden under my journal. The other peseta I keep in my pocket.