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Personal essays

Why my father can’t grow a beard

My father doesn’t dare grow a beard. Beards are suspicious, and beards paired with brown skin are worse—an easy way to get on the shortlist for passenger profiling. Border...

The Party Planners

Aunt Frances knows how to throw a party. Her small talk is riveting; her laugh, melodic; her deftness with seating charts, awe-inspiring. The table: crystal water jugs, candlesticks, candles,...

A house and a home

On the third day in our new house, I unpacked my boxes of journals that catalogued eighteen years of life in Essex, Connecticut. Now stuck in Cleveland, Ohio, I...

Summer stills

During the summer, I try to take as many photos as possible. These were taken with my Nikon F100 on Black and White Epson film. Film photography is important...

“Smoker”

I start smoking in Florida, under the deceptive glow of spring-break sun. The skin on our faces reddens and peels from careless exposure, but we are eager to forget...

Survivor’s guilt

In the summer of 2011 the band Sugarland made their big break with the hit single “Stuck Like Glue.”  The lyrics, “You and me baby we’re stuck like glue,”...

East coast lens

These images were shot on a Yashica FX-103. The camera belonged to my dad in college, and he then passed it along to me. I really enjoyed shooting with...

Explaining

“This is Cheng Hoon Teng temple, one of the oldest temples in Southeast Asia – over three hundred years old! Observe the use of Feng Shui architectural principles…” Cameras...

Losing one’s shadow

Whether my eyes were open or closed I saw nothing. Although, it was something, it was blackness. The objects in the room were still there. They weren’t any less...

Food porn

This collection concerns the modern food industry, consumerism, and its sense of asphyxiation. It touches on the severity and subtle beauty of death. The work involves human interactions with...

Thirteen landings at Logan International

They come through the doors like drops of rain in a mounting thunderstorm—first a fast-walking, cell-phone-talking commuter, then a couple of baggy-eyed couples, dragging Rollaboards. Eventually, the downpour: grandmothers...

The darkness of 4chan

The OP is a wreck. “How old were you when you lost someone you love?” he writes. “Today i received the worst news of my life, lung cancer stage...

Japan from a visitor’s gaze

A year ago, I spent six weeks on a study abroad program in Japan.  When I wasn’t in class or with my host family, I was a typical tourist,...

Camino

We start in Burgos but I really start in Madrid. I spend a honey afternoon in the Parque del Buen Retiro, waiting for Alex’s flight and drinking caña. This...

Silicon

Out here in Silicon Valley we are busy taking things a little too far. I notice it first in downtown Sunnyvale, on the way to visit my dad at...

Strange landing

Paris was sudden, the way all cities are sudden. Elsa, the flight attendant, took it as sign to serve a final cup of bitter coffee. The city looked like...

Homecoming

In July, the mayor of my hometown, a rust-belt city in upstate New York, offered to shelter Central American immigrant children in a convent on the city’s North Side....

Eastbound on the Third of July

I overheard you on the phone (everyone in our car did—I don’t know if you knew that). Things like: But you said, you said. Fourth of July, you said....

Time lapse

Someday, once I’ve crystallized, I’ll look back through all my pictures and my nicknames and I will take delight in remembering forgotten bits of this, the transitional phase.

Cutouts

I have a life-sized cutout of Lil’ Wayne. I like him. And I think he likes me. Those who have not met my cutout freeze when they see him...