‘What is love?’  I asked Liam.  It was a question we revisited often. Liam took a drag of his cigarette and said: ‘What IS?’ Yeah, …

My breath was shaken by the nearby explosions when I got off the ferry from Colonia.  I could hear the cannons firing for Moyano’s strike …

  Untitled, 1986 (San Pedro), Collage over paper.  source I spent a leisurely Sunday strolling through the inventively curated gallery spaces of MALBA, or Museo de …

Reflected in a mirror.

Despedida (farewell) season is in full swing.  This week it was Sophia’s turn, and we took her out for lunch to console ourselves in oily …

“At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You …

It is 10 am on a Saturday morning and I don’t want to get out of bed, because my room is cold and I can …

Dear Senior Gipponi, Thank you so much for the divine dinner last weekend!  Nora and I had a lovely evening.  We had heard so much …

This post is dedicated to my amazing coworkers, because we all love chipa! Everyday, we have the same discussion.  Sometime between 1:45 and 3:30pm, someone …

I took five taxis yesterday. The first driver, on a hurried trip from Palermo Soho to Palermo Chico told me about when he migrated from …