I remember once talking to a Latino colleague back in my days at the Los Angeles Times about Father Gregory Boyle and the work he does with Eastside gangs when the conversation turned to one project, Homeboy Bakery.
“I’ve always found it interesting how a term arises from one culture and is expropriated by another,” I said.
Back in my ill-spent youth, when I thought it was more valuable to float around the world with one bag and a double-digit bankroll rather than map out a career, I landed in Madrid during the dictatorship of Generalissimo Francisco Franco.
By Edward J. Boyer—April 9, 1999 Denise Nicholas’ mornings have become a familiar, necessary and disciplined pattern: an hour’s walk with a neighbor and then several hours at the computer. A novel is making its way across that screen. The excerpts she has allowed friends to see—or parts she has read publicly—have created an audience […]