Prologue

Jamie and I sat on the side of the roof that faced the Gold Medallion tree, watching the flowers that told us fall was here bloom a bright yellow. Under the light of a lamppost, you could see each individual petal floating toward the ground when the wind blew just right.  Sometimes, the petals chased…

Where I’m From

I am from the cracks growing up brown walls and the thirst that cries from yellow grass. I am from old cars that don’t work and clubhouses with wasps nests that sing all night. I am from screams on the porch at midnight after family parties downtown. I am from a home where avocado trees…