Thanksgiving en la tierra de la comida familiar

Thanksgiving en la tierra de la comida familiar

En Sevilla ya me rodea una familia improvisada. Conso y Juan Diego, compañeros míos, me llaman “hijo”. Cada vez que visito la casa de mi novia, Ana, su madre me manda a casa cargado de galletas, mermeladas y recetas para que me alimente bien. La señora con la que viví hace tres años sigue siendo mi madre española, piropeándome, haciéndome carantoñas y preparando comida rica cada vez que paso por su casa.

Things that inspire: Clara Schumann’s “Piano Variations”

After six years of piano lessons, I’d come across the name Schumann more than once. But I’d never heard of Clara Schumann, wife of the better-known Robert Schumann, until years after my lessons stopped. I was stumped writing one of my first short stories,...
On the “Internship from Hell”

On the “Internship from Hell”

A reflection after publication in The Chronicle Review I woke up last Monday morning more excited than I had been since graduation. Finally, an excerpt from an essay of mine was going to be published in The Chronicle of Higher Education’s The Chronicle Review. I...