Five years after 11J, in a caravan through Tampa
On July 11, 2021 I was in Cuba. We walked toward the central square believing, like so many others, that this was the beginning of something. What came was a police charge. On July 11, 2026 I was in the parking lot of Al Lopez Park, in Tampa, with my family, getting into a car […]
Why I write
The freedom I enjoy is not a prize — it is a debt. This blog is how I pay it.