The Copacabana sun smiles through the doors of Strauch Jiu-Jitsu as I reach the top of the stairs. Windows line the wall that faces the street, and from one story up the street below loses any sense of menace. All I feel is warmth and energy. Gis and belts sway...
Introduction I’m trapped here at home while I recover from shoulder surgery. Six weeks have passed and I am now allowed to type with two hands (small victories), so I am sharing some notes from my journal. I hope that when this is all over, and I am out the other...
Rio is a city in black and white, hemmed in by mountains that loom down tall, narrow alleys. Copacabana bursts into technicolor as buildings give way to beach. The people move, like a parade, on a sidewalk parallel the shore, their conversations muted to me, save for...
