The mirror in the Vagabond gave me back a stranger’s face. Nose swollen. Eye bruised. […]

Oscar Senior took a ride on his bike. Gloria had decided to take the bus […]

Imagine it’s 1995 in Miami. The sun is setting, casting that beautiful, hazy orange glow […]

The below is an excerpt from the new book, Relics of the Heart: Stories of […]

It was a salsa dancing night in Washington DC that I will never forget. The […]

I walked into our hotel room, and I could hear Maria in the shower. The […]

It happened late one night right after my friends left my room at the Vagabond […]

It was the Summer of 2003, I was living in a very old and ugly apartment building between Biscayne Boulevard and NE 2nd Avenue, off […]

I once attended a cock fight in Honduras. Many men waited for the cock-fighting circus […]