Puppy’s barbershop, Cuba

“Puppy’s Barbershop:You’re ugly when you arrive, but you’re handsome when you leave.”   My eyes wandered from the handmade sign, past photos of a younger Puppy, along the fuchsia bicycle with a handmade… Continue reading

Protest Part Five: weary, wary, and working together

I was guilty of the thing I loathe: letting the misbehavior of a few drown out the positive actions of the many, but when I got home from another night of protest last… Continue reading

Buckets of vodka and breasts like weapons

I was young until I went to Ko Phi Phi. I was young with cups of čai on Turkish wharves, and the same when I danced in Lithuanian discotheques. But faced with buckets… Continue reading

Protest Night Four: What now?

I had my perception of the Oakland protests.   Night One: people upset over the state of race relations in our country, and police impunity in reflecting it, demonstrated in the streets with… Continue reading

There are worse things than having been racist

The contractor was measuring the ceiling in my lady’s house when he noticed he’d tracked dog poo all over the kitchen floor. It was awkward, but he helped clean it up, cleaned his… Continue reading

Campeche nights, snakes and ebola

August afternoons in southern Mexico are punishing, but when the sun goes down off the coast of Campeche, the air takes on an apologetic softness to reward you for surviving the broiler hours.… Continue reading

Dear fellow Oakland protesters, and others

Dear fellow protesters in Oakland, thank you for coming. I know you’re angry, so to not waste your time I’ll get to it: What is the point? Your point. Your purpose. Your goal.… Continue reading

Protest in Oakland, Night 2; I wasn’t expecting that.

Helicopter buzzards hung above Oakland tonight, again. I barely slept last night, was dead on my feet at 5:00 this afternoon, was freezing, and still kind of hungry after finishing my leftovers. I… Continue reading

Oakland protests, then riots, after Ferguson decision

There are helicopters in the sky of Oakland tonight. I have a Thanksgiving blog typed up, ready to go. But there are helicopters above me, still.   The rumble of three overhead, hours… Continue reading

Leave it to the Dutch to save the future. Maybe yours, maybe mine?

She wakes to a beautiful, clear November morning in 1976. She gets up, dresses, and has breakfast with a few nice elderly people. She has a couple errands, so takes her purse and… Continue reading