What are friends for?
Despite my ruminations on whether friendship is possible anymore with those on the dark side, I do have a few…
Author: scribbler
Spanish spoken here, más o menos.
I’ve always found that Spanish-speakers are much more tolerant of non-speakers’ butchering their language than, say, the French. The other…
Smile
Some birthdays carry more weight than others. After I turned 29, I spent the next year thinking about turning 30,…
Wonder
This morning when Toto and I arrived at the plaza below our apartment there was a family on a Sunday…
Sometimes the blessed hour does strike quickly.
The friend whom I talked about in the last post died early this morning. Thankfully the doctors had put her…
Ah, strike quickly, blessed hour.
Last Sunday I went to a Bach Cantata Fest performed by the Dryden Ensemble at the Miller Chapel in Princeton…
Educación siguienda de un viejo gabacho
My trip to an immigration check-in last week was one of the first for our group of volunteers. When I reported…
Behind the headlines
Today’s request was to drive a Princeton resident who’d been told to report a week from Monday “with his luggage,”…
The secret in their eyes
It’s been more than a month since my last post. I’ve been busy writing (my essay), tutoring (three new students–two…
Luchando creando poder popular!
Back in front of the State House today for a march to support drivers licenses for all residents of New…