La profesora

I had a nice lunch downtown today with Michelle, even though because of timing we were accompanied by my daughter, Julia. At least as two year olds go, she’s not too crazy. Aside from taking a packet of Splenda and asking me to pour it in her milk (which I refused) and eating primarily from my plate, she did OK.

We chatted about Latin American fiction to use in class. In a class on politics, we want something that is accessible, not massive, and which addresses political issues in some interesting way, while also available in English translation. It’s tougher to find than you might think.