My Secret Public Journal

III: The Uneasy Alliance Halward moved through the woods like a man bearing a weight too long on his shoulders. Each step fell heavy on the ...

If the cathedral held the soul of the city, then the market held its pulse. We stepped out from the cool shadows of the church into heat an...

We stepped off the sun-bleached sidewalk into the shadows of the Catedral de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, not realizing we were walking into...

The boy is wearing sneakers. Bright green, Italian-flagged sneakers—the kind I might expect to see at a skate park, not here, flanked by thi...

The Misión de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe de los Indios Mansos del Paso del Norte is the seed from which modern-day Ciudad Juárez and, in ma...