Border Time

Border Time

The more I return to my childhood home, the more I think of it as a time rather than a place. I’m from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, on the U.S. border with Mexico. Like many border regions, it is a strange place. Not quite the United States, not quite Mexico...
A “Better Place” for Compliments

A “Better Place” for Compliments

Things I do well: running, telling stories, listening, drawing, writing, organizing, etc… Things I don’t do well: performing abstract math, folding fitted sheets, saying “no” to people, playing basketball… and accepting compliments. If I had a third category—Things I...
Our Normal Is Not Normal

Our Normal Is Not Normal

My friends are not normal. Yes, they are (in my obviously biased opinion) extraordinary people, but what I really mean is that they are not at all representative of humanity. The problem comes when I think that the issues we talk about are other people’s primary...
Freedom for What? Reading Franzen for Today

Freedom for What? Reading Franzen for Today

As even the most casual observer can tell you, political and social life in America is, well, dysfunctional. This is hardly a new state of affairs, because — I would argue — our collective dysfunction is rooted in the hidden dysfunction of our personal...
Commencement and Remembering

Commencement and Remembering

Marcos Gonzales, SJ, MSW delivered the following address at Loyola University Chicago’s School of Social Work commencement last week. Marcos was selected as the student speaker for having written a speech that was representative of the values and challenges that...
Building a Nation

Building a Nation

It was rather surprising for me to see that Burger King was putting down roots in this small island country of East Timor (Timor-Leste). As an architect and traveler, I found this kind of foreign import highly fascinating. They are not only bringing the Whopper,1 but...
Who Would I Be?

Who Would I Be?

Driving in the car not long ago, I discovered a clutch radio station, 96.5, KOIT. Passing mile marker after mile marker on a long drive, or sitting in traffic following an airport run for a member of my community, I find solace in KOIT and in their ‘non-stop workday’...