Jennifer Miller

San Pedro, Guatemala: Photo Essay

It is morning and the house is quiet. Steam, rising from my teacup, uncurls and stretches white fingers between the […]

It is an unsettling thing to be declared dead. She peered at me over the rim of her metallic turquoise […]

I wish I knew what those birds are… the ones signing in the palm tree beneath the balcony that sound […]

Can I make a confession? It’s hard for me to write in the mid-west. There are several reasons for this, […]

In the American west I remember how big the world is. How insignificant I am on her skin. What a […]

Our little apartment is not in a great part of town. We’re upstairs from a hispanic daycare that seems to […]

Waking in a tent is a womb-like experience. Or perhaps more like that of metamorphosis, in which I am protected […]

Today I awoke in a house full of love. A house filled with friends and family, in the mountains of […]

As I sit to write this you are floating in the bay in front of Uncle Josh’s house, […]

France is one of those countries that begs to be driven. The last time we were there, in 2008, we […]

If traveling with small children earns a mother a gold star for bravery, then traveling with teens should earn a […]