It's been a week since I've arrived home (a day late!) and, due to working every day since, I have been a little lazy with this blog. ...
So my group had a holiday week of sorts this week. An overnight trip to the beach (not the one pictured on my profile photo, but equally as beau...
I don't think I can count how many times I have typed up a good blog and, because of this blog site or the fabulous (this is minor sarcasm) connection...
Imagine an 86-year-old homeless man on a park bench, wearing old thrown-away clothes that we deem rags, bundled up in an old quilt and leaning with hi...
So this is my second blog this week. You poor things! Lol... It's a poem I meant to post earlier but forgot to bring with me. ...
I have been griping in my head these past few weeks about not having done any physical labor of any sort...and envying what the folks are doing down i...
Get out of the kitchen? If "the kitchen" is Matamoros, there's some truth in that. It's still 80 or 85 in early November and I long ...
I was going to write another poem on my blog today but forgot the notebook in which I wrote it. It is in Spanglish (or code switching, really) a...
About a year and a half ago I wrote a poem because I felt far from God in my mind and was questioning my salvation, his presence, the works. I d...
I was going to write this week about this adorable girl in the Granjas colonia with whom I traded necklaces this Sunday. More will come about he...
