because motives matter
I’ve been coming to New York City in the spring for almost 20 years, usually to attend and often to give a workshop or two at a conference for student journalists. I’ve had some of best experience with students here, as well as some of my worst—losing a student on the subway or having one… Continue reading alone in the big city
We often encounter college students who seem completely lacking in domestic skills, anxious to learn the simplest things about managing a home. They know they can’t eat in the college cafeteria the rest of their life.
But calling you Princess was never about the fairy tale. It was about position, not disposition. You were a first born, an only daughter, born to responsibility and opportunity. And you managed this with deportment and grace.
For every 100 people who claim to only need five or six hours of sleep, only five of us actually do.
Sunday we took a second road trip, this time to Los Cumbrecita, another German Alpine village on the edge of the Sierras in central Argentina. When you get to the village, it is deep in a ravine, down a bumpy cobblestone street. You have to park and walk across a bridge into the small town—… Continue reading of Spanish and sauerkraut
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