DAN BLUESTEIN – Oakland – 2019
I gave Jack the wrong bag of stuff. Sorry Jack. I hope there was something useful in there anyhow.
I gave Jack the wrong bag of stuff. Sorry Jack. I hope there was something useful in there anyhow.
I made a playlist on the evening of March 9th and spent the next couple of hours listening and singing along to some…
What is this strange arrangement? A fuzzy, chewy, crepe filled with my breakfast favorites? Tantalizing textures together tout tremendous taste.
Today the weather felt like it turned toward spring in NYC. I bought this homemade vintage prairie dress on Etsy, probably made from…
April the giraffe – she looks annoyed, doesn’t she? I would be too if my labor lasted up to several weeks. I…
Yesterday I was with my son at the bus stop in Bordeaux. An old man asked us if we were waiting the bus….
GUINEA-BISSAU ON THE EVE OF ELECTIONS In Guinea-Bissau, a small West African country of 1.5 million and a complicated political history since liberation…
sitting with friends at their Oakland dining table, with fruits, frittatas and French toast. The kids are walking the dog with white puffy…
Taco Tuesday with students at Widney Career and Transition Center in LAUSD! The students (young adults with learning and other disabilities) learn to…
I went to a series of doctors’ appointments and then ate overpriced salad in Bethesda. They also had overpriced toast.
March 9th began with a meeting. People tend to like meeting on Fridays, I think, because it’s a good excuse to turn off…
Gratitude list: Good sleep Some peace Nice night with Shannon and Tim Goldman School acceptance Some peace
March 9 started aboard an ADO bus from Oaxaca to Puebla City, with my dear friends and colleagues Gladys and Claudia. As the…
On March 9th this year, I stood up to my cat. I threw (well nudged really) her off the bed several times as she…
Gratitude list: March 9 Good swim Good sleep See Diane and friends Relaxed Taking care of stuff Everyone mostly productive Day off tomorrow…
Waking up at 5 am with little fingers on my face. “Mommy, I’m awake” I look at the clock on the ceiling, nope,…