
Pencils up, everyone
A postcard from Setúbal, where every day’s a school day.
Making sense of all this history I'm still living through.
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A postcard from Setúbal, where every day’s a school day.

New questions need answers. Not all of them by me. And not all of them about beaches.

A meditation on adventure.

There's a feeling that's specific to the United States.

Setúbal's beloved writer drank 'from hellish zeal lethal poison.' My kind of guy!

At this stage of learning Portuguese, mistakes are brilliant teachers.

Middle-of-the-night reflections on national identity, neighbors, games and goals.

Lessons in etiquette for an emotionally repressed American.

A playlist for na praia state of mind.

LGBTQ languages of love and struggle are universal, even when they require translation.

It's June. Forgive me for having too many mixed feelings.