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Nathan
In 1999, I visited the Guatemalan-American writer and translator Victor Perera at a rehabilitation center in California. The previous year he had had a stroke that had destroyed his ability to speak clearly. But he... More »
Nathan
The summer I was ten, my dad and I went on a long road trip through Canada, heading west from Michigan. It was in August, which was the month that he had custody of me.... More »
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