The Beach. Oh, the beach. You can’t be a kid and love it, not if you grew up in Florida and got sunburns or accidentally wore tennis shoes to the beach and couldn’t leave when[…]
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Las montañas: Returning to Guatemala, 1
So, I booked a trip. I’ve been lucky to book so many before, but this one took some plotting. All of the layovers on the US dollar looked egregious: red eyes on opposite coasts, or[…]
The Grand Canyon and a Tiny Speck
For each man sees himself in the Grand Canyon – each one makes his own Canyon before he comes. Each one brings and carries away his own Canyon.-Carlsburg Traveling makes me think about mortality. Well,[…]
National Day for Truth and Reconciliation
I can’t stop talking about teaching. It’s not because I can’t find something else to talk about, it’s just that it is all I am doing. I say hello to all of the students everyday[…]
Driving to México
This post may be triggering on the topic of anxiety and mortality. México is the most misunderstood country I’ve ever been to. It is stunning. It is a hidden gem. It is full of fighters[…]
It takes bravery to be a teacher
Before I begin this post, I adhere to the rules of FERPA: Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act. I will never reveal my students’ identities, their performance in my classes, or reveal anything about them[…]
On the Border (4): The Lecture
In this post, I write about a lecture I attended. To reference the slides from the lecture, here they are. I had a wonderful Monday. Not even as Mondays go, but like, a wonderful day[…]
Bombsalmic Vinaigrette at Tucson Airport
“I think they have balsamic dressing packets like that in the food court.” I laughed. “How does that help me now, Ma’am?” said my id. My superego suggested I keep quiet and won by a[…]
Meeting the Blind in Las Vegas
What do you think of when you think of Vegas? Casinos. And what do you picture when you think of casinos? Lights. Bright lights. Bright lights and nearly naked people (women, let’s be honest). This[…]
The First Week of Graduate School and My Last Post.
Hello All. It’s a Sunday night and you can catch me writing my blog and procrastinating further studying for a statistics exam tomorrow. Statistics. I want to be a high-school Spanish teacher. I repeat: Spanish.[…]