Good men are in my neighborhood

Every morning I drive the same route to work, which crosses through one of my favorite neighborhoods in Durango. The houses are old and the sidewalks are cracked by roots of trees who have been around since this town was founded. Faded Tibetan prayer flags hang from porches, marking the student rentals. Sunflowers poke their … Continue reading Good men are in my neighborhood

Bad Press does exist

I live in a small town. I work for a school district. I'm used to seeing my employer's name on the front page of the newspaper. I hear school talk where ever I go: the store, the gas station, daycare, playgrounds, restaurants, farmer's markets, street corners, public restrooms, the projects.   I'm not the Superintendent. I'm … Continue reading Bad Press does exist