Three Words: Hubba Hubba Hubba
You never can change someone else. But you can, if you work hard enough, blind yourself to those angles and hues in them you deem unacceptable. Sand them through grit, young lover. Recast narcissism as creativity. Recatalogue nastiness as misplaced wit. Turn obtuseness to stoicism. The world can be yours. Just put your eyes out. Sheila had worked hard to blind herself in order to better love...
Three Words: Wool, Train, War
Miguel had always wished to be more ethnic than he was. Either more ethnic or less ethnic but not what he was, blandly semi-ethnic. When he applied for college, it broke his heart to check White. Miguel’s mother’s people were Chilean but traced their ancestors back to Bernardo O’Higgins, the Irish-born father of Chilean Independence. She was essentially Anglo though some Latino blood coursed...