Juarez

The Shiner I awoke with my face on the smooth concrete floor and a hideous low moaning sound in my ears. In case you didn’t know, the climate in Juarez is dry. Bone dry. The kind of dry where even I can drink gallons of water and hardly ever need the little girls’ room. This… READ MORE >>

“Well, there was a scorpion on my bed. I got kinda freaked and picked it up in the pajama pants I wasn’t wearing. Had to move it somehow.” The teenager looked at me from her top bunk. Ceiling fans swung above us providing the only relief from the Ciudad Juarez summer temperatures that hovered around… READ MORE >>

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