Photo by Linda Harms / Shutterstock.com The snow geese descend, leaning back, it seems, against the pond, as they land,wings out—for drag? For balance? I never think about flying in the way creatures with wings do. The mechanics, I mean. In my dreams, it seems...
Photo by Vic Hinterlang / Shutterstock.com We drive south, in the direction of the McAllen Foreign Trade Zone, where my husband’s machine shop is nestled among many others of similar vein, and the international bridge—one of twenty-eight conduits of sanctioned traffic...
