What are friends for?
Despite my ruminations on whether friendship is possible anymore with those on the dark side, I do have a few…
Category: Moving forward
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…
The French showed the way.
It’s Bastille Day. A day for the people to rise up, free the prisoners, and dismantle an instrument of an…
An optimist must know what a sad place the world can be.
If you’re afraid to mention or hear about death, dying, or the dead, don’t talk to me about hope. If…
Has anybody seen the choir?
Has anybody seen the choir? I want to preach to the converted I want to see them rising up Don’t…
Keep on moving forward.
The character of a movement manifests itself in its music. And the music was powerful today on the Mall in…