Selected Essays
Aristocrat Inc.
1. On a Wednesday morning during an unbearable late-summer heat wave, I sat in the back seat of my mother’s car, my three-month-old baby beside me, as we cruised along the ...
Why Can’t My Son Vote?
My son doesn’t ask for stories at bedtime anymore, but he still wants me next to him when he’s falling asleep. “This is the craziest elephant ride I’ve ever taken,” Morgan ...
American Boys
Cedar-Riverside was humming. The boys were looking fresh—Frenchy with his hair twisted up, Saiid’s beard trimmed tight—everybody edged up and faded up and straight from the ...
The People of Las Vegas
1. It’s February in Las Vegas, and because I have managed to step on my glasses and break them, as I do at least once a year, I have gone to the LensCrafters at ...
Las Marthas
The dresses take a year to sew, and the girls spend a year learning how to wear them: how to glide, how to float their arms out so they never touch the skirts, how to hold ...