The scene is central Florida’s Clearwater Beach on Independence Day 2008. I had moved to the Tampa area just a few days prior for my first job in politics: Barack Obama’s campaign for the presidency.Read More
I first set foot in Latin America when I was 19. An upper-middle class, western volunteer in Oaxaca, Mexico equipped with moderate Spanish skills and zero experience abroad.
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