When this whole Occupy movement kicked off back in September, I wasn’t on the streets of Lower Manhattan. I wasn’t even on the streets of Oakland. I was walking along the quiet streets of Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, where my partner Esther and I had just started a three month journey through…

Mount Tajumulco, Guatemala. tonight i gather with my tribe to welcome a new year with life & laughter & the biggest bottle of cheap wine we could find in Guatemala. we are not at shul in Crown Heights or Skokie. we are at socialist, Spanish-language school in the reddest heart of this highland…