Six lane arterials lined with strip malls. Subdivisions bordered from each other with high concrete or brick walls. Huge swaths of asphalt in front of box stores. Few things make me feel more alienated than these cookie cutter American suburbs. Yesterday, we sat behind a big black Ford Explorer with a sticker in the window …
It’s Saturday night at Crossroads, a Mexican restaurant in Tucson. The mariachi band is starting their evening. There are four musicians — there’s trumpet, a violin, a little five string guitar (a vihuela) and guitarron — that big bass guitar. The guitarron player is a woman with a wide brown face and a body that …
We’re coming to the end of our first week of Passports with Purpose and we’re about 2000 dollars short of our goal. Considering this is only the fourth day we’ve been open, this is kind of amazing. Certainly, we felt confident that we’d be able to succeed, but it’s worth noting that we couldn’t have …
This has been kind of a crappy year. Work has been scarce and what I’ve found has been less than ideal. I spent the early part of the year in a job that I was so ill-suited for that I cried almost every morning at breakfast. When I was laid off, I was so relieved, …