All posts in creative nonfiction

dreaming of purple corn

Today I tried to explain what a hipster was to my Peruvian Spanish teacher, Daniela. There is no word for one in Spanish as far as she and her housemate could tell. The closest thing was “emo.”  But maybe I did a bad job describing a hipster. It’s hard enough in English, let alone in Spanish.  I said something like (…)


It’s incredible how well I sleep knowing I have nowhere to be in the morning.

Today my thoughts drift to an environmental economics professor (Dr.K). He told us he learned as much being  unemployed as he did working. He told us he had been unemployed for almost 7 years of his adult life. He found ways to survive nonetheless, and I (…)