The importance of being Quixote
During high school and college I read Don Quixote three times. The last time was for a “great books” course…
Category: Moving forward
Yes, time is definitely a crook.
A big birthday and the New Year bring time to mind. As I’ve meditated more regularly since my retreat last…
The big seven five.
When I turned 25, my brother James told me that I was over the hill. After I turned 29, I…
Peace, play, and patatas. Christmas 2018.
This morning I had the privilege of spending a few hours with a three year at a McDonalds play area….
What are friends for?
Despite my ruminations on whether friendship is possible anymore with those on the dark side, I do have a few…
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…
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…