Food Art: Day 22

Every once in a while, this Covid-19 thing brings back flashes of Nicaragua, where I spent a good part of three years between 1983 and 1986, first as a cotton- and coffee-picking brigadista (that’s me with the shovel on latrine […]

One of the jobs I had written on my long list of things to do during the lockdown was to sort through my bookshelves and try to put my books in some kind of alphabetical order. Nearly a month later […]

I woke up today, the first day of a five day Easter Holiday, to some very loud Spanish rap from the building behind mine, the news that Bernie Sanders had dropped out of the U.S. presidential race, and a sweep […]