At Harvard, the strong and savvy and confident thrived, while the nice or shy or quaintly moral were just bit players. In Ysleta, you believed in God because you were poor and needed something to hold on to. At Harvard,… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“A group of ten prisoners from Dachau, I was with them, we hid in the forest to wait for the Americans. The Germans had… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“It’s a great honor, m’ijo. We know that. I’m sure everyone in Ysleta is proud of you. But this is who you are," she… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“Again, this week as I walked on Broadway, in front of giant photographs of voluptuous supermodels at a Victoria Secret mega-store, who was rebuilding… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“I made many decisions, some awful and others brilliant, but I found ways to keep that openness in my soul that meant more to… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“I hated seeing these spasmodic upside-down chicken heads stretching to puncture my flesh. I imagined once that they reached my groin and pecked out… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“So the Juárez/El Paso area before the recent drug violence was not a bilingual, bi-national, bicultural Zion, but it was one world. One entity.… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“Rich people don’t have to have a life-and-death relationship with the truth and its questions; they can ignore the truth and still thrive materially.… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“Two weeks ago, Aaron and Isaac, I learned your mother Laura has breast cancer. My heart feels impaled. These words, so useless and feeble.… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“But Anja. I hear Anja's voice. Maybe I am insane. I hear her crying. I see her alone in the trees. I remember being… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
At Harvard, the strong and savvy and confident thrived, while the nice or shy or quaintly moral were just bit players. In Ysleta, you… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
“Julia, is everything all right?” her father said in a raspy voice. “It’s three in the morning, m’ija.” “I’m sorry. I have to talk… — Sergio Troncoso Copy Share Image
