Author Archives: juanzqui7

Monday, July 5, 2011 THE DAY IS over and I think I can safely say that I’ve made it. I’m back on track. I had my usual breakfast (Trader Joe’s version of Cheerios, berries and milk, and toast and peach … Continue reading →

Monday, July 4, 2011 BLESS ME, FATHER, for I have sinned. Gosh, I wonder how many times I uttered those words in a dark confessional. Every Saturday for several years, then every other Saturday. Then once a month. Then every … Continue reading →

Sunday, July 3, 2011 HOW DO YOU know if you’re thrown a successful brunch or dinner party? When your guests are still sitting around the table four hours after you’re started eating, that’s how. We didn’t eat for four hours, … Continue reading →

Tuesday, June 29, 2011  I’M HOME AFTER a happy-hour session with some colleagues and former colleagues at a bar/restaurant near work.  I’m happy to say that, according to my calculations, I have managed to stay within my Weight Watchers point … Continue reading →

Sunday, June 26, 2011 IT’S A BIT past 7 in the evening and I am again sitting in the outdoor area of Java House. The weather is unbelievably mild. So mild, in fact, that I’m drinking regular hot coffee instead … Continue reading →

Sunday, June 26, 2011 IN AN OTHERWISE good column about how and why The Washington Post passed on the article by Jose Antonio Vargas detailing how he’d lived and worked in this country as an illegal alien, ombudsman Patrick Pexton … Continue reading →

Tuesday, June 21, 2011 AFTER WORK I went on another long bike ride and came come just in time to watch my new favorite show, “Made in Spain” with chef Jose Andres (or Made in Espain, as he says it). … Continue reading →

SO MUCH FOR good intentions. The plan was to get up early, as usual, have a quick breakfast and then, to go out for a bike ride before the heat started setting in. I had gone on a bike ride … Continue reading →

Sunday, May 15, 2011 | Washington YESTERDAY, ON MY way home from running a bunch of errands, I saw a sign that advertised an estate sale nearby. I had never been to an estate sale and, as I recalled tales … Continue reading →

Amor de Madre by Lydia Mendoza Saturday, May 7, 2011 | Washington WHEN I WAS about 11 or 12 years old, I bought my mother a glass for Mothers Day. That’s right, a drinking glass. I got it at El … Continue reading →