I never liked American History class in high school.
Summer Camp: You hear those words and you think log cabins, mosquito bites, reluctant teenagers, birdhouses made of popsicle sticks, and vacation; A place where kids stay so parents can get away.
(Originally published Jan.
Go see “Wicked.”
Last Sunday was one of those perfect days where everything just felt right.
As the days get warmer here in San Antonio the nights deliver that cool mysterious breeze where it feels like anything could happen.
It was a cloudy and grey post-Christmas-festivities day as I drove along South Presa Street searching for local DJ, fashion designer, and vintage expert Agosto Cuellar’s new spot in Southtown, Espacio/Space.
It’s difficult to imagine a world where you can “make it” as a poet when everything has turned so technocratic and pragmatic.
There are too many New York Cities to name.