Twenty-nine Reasons Our Country is Great

The field of bright yellow flowers (weeds, really) spread behind the curving line of Old Glories set every twenty feet apart next to the long approach to the capitol of the Navajo Nation. Yellow signs with names hand-stenciled in red and attached to the flagpoles with wire proclaimed the names of… Read more“Twenty-nine Reasons Our Country is Great”

Red is the Color of Transformation

Red is the color of transformation The first bag of donated blood hanging from the IV pole grossed me out. The thought of someone else’s life force and cells rushing through Pedro’s veins seemed both miraculous and messy. Sure, I’d given blood before—the first time as an impulsive act (the… Read more“Red is the Color of Transformation”