Latino Stories

The economy in the Detroit metropolitan area and much of southeast Michigan has been seriously depressed for many years, and it has been challenging for my wife and I to make a good living as real estate agents. My name is Jim, and my wife Christine and I were both thirty years old at the time of this story, with a six-month old daughter. We grew up and worked in Flint, Michigan, but then decided that we needed to move to...

You might want to read Part One of this story to get a better idea of the characters and context of the story, but I will give a brief synopsis here. My name is Ed, and I was forty-seven years old at the time of this story when we were living in Atlanta. My wife Joan was forty-five, and although we previously had an active sex life, in the last couple of years she had lost interest in sex. I didn’t really know why, but I...

My wife Joan and I were living in an Atlanta suburb at the time of this story. She was forty-five years old and had a good job in the insurance industry, and I was forty-seven but had been laid off from my management job. I was spending a lot of time at home on the computer looking for a new job, and despite the many applications that I had sent out, I was having no luck in finding work. Joan and I had a great love life f...

  It would be very helpful if you read part one of this story to get a better idea of the context of the situation and characters.  But in case you just want to start here, I will provide a synopsis of the first story to provide a starting point for this one. My name is Ed, and my wife Sue and I were both forty-one years old at the time of the first story. We had just moved to the Atlanta area when our son Tommy was sixte...

My name is Marci, and my husband Dan and I moved to New Orleans from Dallas after we purchased a national auto parts store franchise. We met while working at a company in Dallas and were both twenty-nine years old at the time of this story. Dan was a marketing director and I was a property accountant in the franchise department. We purchased that business as a way for me to get back to my hometown of New Orleans to be clo...

My name is Maria, and at the time of this story I was twenty-five years old living in Los Angeles and had a four-month-old son. My husband, Ed, was twenty-nine years old, and he had a good job as a civil engineer with a road construction company. I met Ed at the construction company three years earlier, where I worked as an accountant. I continued working there until after our son was born, and since Ed’s career had been...

It was the final week of the summer semester and I was supposed to be flying that Friday night to California to see my parents for the summer. It was going to be fun, and free. Living in Seattle leaves little money for any type of travel and my parents accidentally made my flight for Monday. Which would not have been a problem if I had not given away my dorm already since when I came back I would be moving in with friend...