Brian FernandesRussian SaladI grew up during the final decade and a half of the Cold War. My peers were children named Lenin, Tolstoy, Natasha, and Natalia. My…Feb 28, 20221Feb 28, 20221
Brian FernandesGod Must Be A CowboyI am a cradle Catholic. You might even say I was raised in and around the Catholic Church — in and around parishes in Asia and the Middle…Sep 5, 2021Sep 5, 2021
Brian FernandesThe Shadow of War, Homework, and the LambadaPerhaps it is the media-saturated world we live in, or the decade spent in the often volatile Middle East, or a combination of the two…Aug 27, 2021Aug 27, 2021
Brian FernandesShots of CourageI shuffled into the nondescript medical office in North Austin with a folder under one arm. It was the early 2000s and I was having a…Aug 20, 20211Aug 20, 20211
Brian FernandesHigh Flying ExcellenceI never learned her name. We were about half way through a flight from London Heathrow to Dubai and the flight attendant seemed clearly…Jul 8, 2020Jul 8, 2020
Brian FernandesSorted — My early experiences with systemic racismIt was a late evening in the middle of April 1984. My mother, two of my younger brothers and I had just disembarked a Cathay Pacific…Jun 26, 2020Jun 26, 2020