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, …
I am in an open sided building, a combination of upright posts and corrugated metal on a concrete slab. There’s a little kitchen area, I’m making coffee on a rusty propane fueled two burner stove. It’s morning, the grass is wet. Fields stretch out around me, I’m not sure what’s growing, it’s grassy, wide blades, …