Dying Easter eggs. Sipping Squirt and tequila at the kitchen table, a friend’s mother stirring a pot of mole, wisps of steam curling around her face. Limp petals clinging to thorny branches knocked about in the gray fall winds. Pizza! I zip from shelf to shelf, inhaling deeply. Thick summer twilight, mosquitos whining eeeeEEeeEeEEE, and […]