The souvenir store smelled of artificial sage and chocolate from the candy shop next door. Waxy ristras hung from the ceiling, and the temperature was exactly as perfect inside as it had been outside in Albuquerque’s Old Town.
My first ever letter to the editor, published in the Albuquerque Journal on March 7th, 2017:
Immigrants enrich the classroom
As a citizen, parent, and teacher here in Albuquerque, New Mexico, I’ve been blessed by the diversity of this community in countless ways. Our rich cultural and linguistic…
Why I do International School Exchanges
The November Paris sky was gray, as always. The young American girl moved quickly down the rue des Martyrs, passing the corner stores in the middle of the block, masses of colorful fruit, apples, oranges, pears, clémentines, the pungent, loud fish shop, the slaps of the fish against…