I think a lot about my Padrinho Fernandinho. It’s hard not to. I live on a street that shares his name. My favorite author is another Fernando. It’s never for long, but my grandfather’s memory is a regular visitor.
The people, places, and things that sparked joy in February 2019.
When I say things, I mean them. I mean it when I’m screaming “USA! USA!” because I am proud of seeing my fellow American athletes when they’re playing at the highest level of their sport. I mean it when I jump up and down and chant “I believe that we will win!” because I don’t think winning is limited to the scoreboard.
For a crash course on what Dia de Portugal is, check out my post from last year. This year, I … More
I haven’t come back to this poem for almost twenty years. Since then, I’ve racked up a couple degrees in words, English and otherwise. It took teaching this poem for me to discover it’s deeper meaning
People come and go. Stuff is forever. I’m not materialistic in the sense that I care about how expensive or … More
2016 was an absolute garbage fire of a year on a big picture level and the most mixed of bags at best on a personal level, so I naturally have plenty of ammo for my Airing of Grievances.