Category Archives: Honduras
by Katerina Parsons | Jul 1, 2019 |
This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.
by Katerina Parsons | Jun 1, 2019 |
If you visit Tegucigalpa, you’ll find more than you expect.
by Katerina Parsons | Dec 1, 2018 |
It is not a partisan statement to say that the U.S. immigration system is broken.
by Katerina Parsons | Aug 1, 2018 |
When I first moved to Honduras three years ago, I ate everything my host family ate: beans, eggs, cream, tortillas. Heavy, simple plates—bland, but satisfying. But then suddenly one day, months in, I just couldn’t do it anymore.
by Katerina Parsons | May 1, 2018 |
I have a sinking suspicion that most issues work this way—they deeper we go, the more tangled we find ourselves, looking in vain for an exit.
by Katerina Parsons | Mar 1, 2018 |
What if we heard all accents this way—not as a sign that English is not one’s first language, but as a sign that another language is?
by Katerina Parsons | Oct 1, 2017 |
It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor—with close friends and family I joke, laugh, and make others laugh. But there’s an unshakeable earnestness to it.
by Katerina Parsons | Aug 1, 2017 |
I want to be better about recognizing their cousin—micro-advantages, micro-privileges that lead to a world that bends in my direction, that is softer with me, gentler.
by Katerina Parsons | Jul 1, 2017 |
I set a few rules—my “day” on the bus would last eight hours, but would include walking to, from, and between buses.
