No one to judge me but myself. No one to please or rubric criteria to meet. Just me, the ducks, the trees, the water, and my camera. Click. Swoosh. Quack.
Cut and Run
1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid—
cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself
to my lips or...
