It was 1987 when one war orphan, a toddler, was abandoned on a bus heading in the direction of Managua. To this day, her early years remain a mystery. Upon arrival at the orphanage, the girl would not allow anyone touch her, even when offering food.Read More
A mid-aged woman carries a rake and a dustpan through the streets of a Nicaraguan fishing village, cleaning up discarded trash as she goes.Read More
My fixation on my thighs at a beach in Nicaragua, when plastic pollution is visibly choking the coastline, is a semi-decent metaphor for a uniquely American (or western) self absorption.Read More
Popular science tells me that nothing that I perceive is particularly real, and nothing is static. Even still, sometimes I just marvel at the constellation of weirdness we humans have constructed. Or appear to have constructed.
I recently had the privilege to help elect a 32-year-old black woman to the U.S. House of Representatives. She will be the youngest black woman ever to serve in Congress.
Yesterday we rollicked through a rural Texas ranch. I inquired about the location of the bathroom, a woman responded, ‘oh, everyone’s just peein’ outside.’Read More