While growing up, the idea of a geographical home was always elusive to me since I was constantly ping-ponging back

“What’s the best meal you’ve ever eaten?” It’s a question we receive, as travelers, as foodies, from time to time.

I wake up from dreams where I wander through pathways sticky with doubt and distrust. Soles landlocked, thoughts everywhere like

Outside the gates of the public cemetery, I walk through the Catholic carnival that is Día de los Muertos. I

Remember: Inside the Dark Room Thoughts fragmenting, snips of images as if I’ve taken scissors to a scrapbook: the funeral