More about what it means to be a gringa

To Steph, thanks for reading and responding with such a thorough and discerning probe. You’re right that I used a … More

What It Means to be a Gringa

I I can pick coffee every day for the rest of my life, but I will never know what … More

What’s one of the most common comments I get about my blog, to which I devote substantial energy and dedication … More

I had to plan an opening activity for a poetry unit I was teaching for an NYU class, and my … More

If New York City were in the tropics, all Starbucks would open onto hillsides filled with coffee, and patrons would … More

But back to the farm. After we’d toured the rows of coffee and the sugarcane planted above, Geraldo still felt … More

Sunday, I went to visit Maira’s family’s coffee/sugar farm the next “town” over. After walking down the mountain, halfway up … More

Last Sunday I hitched a ride and took two buses to a see the locals play a futbol game in … More

To ask someone to share stories of their life is a lot to ask, and it takes some semblance of … More

8 years ago, when I was 16, I left everything I knew in New Hampshire and went to live in … More

I’ve heard that the only places on earth unexplored by man lie deep under the ocean. I would argue that … More

Humanity of Commodity: Working Project Rationale Everything has a story. No one of us, no moment of anyone’s life, fits … More