Daisy breaks a large cinnamon stick into shards and places a few at a time in small plastic bags. Her daughter sits close, learns the trade. Daisy is a street vendor taking care of two kids by selling spices to passersby. She lives in a one-window concrete box the size… Read More
It’s the question I’m asked most on the road. When women find out I’ve got a family back at home they wonder… “How do you do it?” Behind the question are legitimate concerns about a father not being there for his kids’ soccer games, a wife worn out from raising… Read More
Mom and I grabbed a cart on our way from parking lot to grocery store. We passed through the automatic sliding doors together, cooled from the Texas heat by the immediate welcomed whoosh of AC. A good way through our list, we saw her. Bent over at the shoulder blades.… Read More
“What’s doobie?” She’s five – I thought. I also thought things like: She must have seen cable at Uncle Brian’s house. Now we’ll have to move. I never liked Uncle Brian much anyway. I thought things like that. Normal, rational things. Then I took a deep breath and feigned calm.… Read More
Shaun Groves