A teenage boy approached the offices. Hands and feet cuffed, he was flanked by three police officers. This kid must have really been bad news
The exercise worked well because we hadn’t realized it was an exercise. No theoretical conversation, no attempts at remembering situations in which we felt powerless
On top of my own frustration, I felt responsible for the others’ enjoyment — or lack thereof — and worry and guilt wended their way into my consciousness
I didn’t want to pry or make her uncomfortable. She, on the other hand, started asking a million questions about me, my background, my family,
As I spent time at Retorno, I got hooked on the people, the realness. On the process going on around me and, soon, inside me,
Faygie was as winded as anyone, but stayed on the court. I took in her bright eyes and pink cheeks and thought, I can reach her,
