Michael Dulick

Miguel Dulick has lived in Las Vegas, Honduras, since 2003. There he has no projects, no plans, no investments -- only to share the life of the poor. For years he has been sending reports back to friends and family in his native St. Louis. In sharing these reports, we offer a glimpse of how life is so different, yet so much the same, in different places.

Graduation Needed Everywhere
9:29 pm
Tue March 11, 2014

Commentary From Honduras: Four Choices Or What Is A Young Man Without A Diploma To Do

The current Maestro en Casa class in Las Vegas, Honduras.
Credit Michael Dulick

You’d have to say, the odds are in his favor. In fact, it looked like a lock, when he talked me into signing him up for Maestro en Casa in Morazan, where he would spend weekends with Fermin and Maria and their kids. They have a very professional program there, directed by Fermin’s brother-in-law Javier, including actual classes on Saturdays that cover the material the students will be working on during the week at home in their “cuadernos” (combination text- and workbook).

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Survival
9:51 pm
Sun February 2, 2014

Commentary: Letter From Honduras In Sickness And Celebration

Dr. Bayardo Pagoada
Credit Michael Dulick

I thought I was a goner. Even Chemo was crying, sobbing at my bedside as I prayed for God’s mercy. But I wasn’t quite dead yet. I had had a dizzy spell, so light-headed, so disoriented I could only stand up by clinging to the wall, the office door, the table, another door, till I collapsed in my bed, guided there by Chemo. It was only 8 in the morning, and I thought I was having a stroke.

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Commentary
9:17 pm
Mon January 6, 2014

Letters From Honduras: Fires That Destroy And Cleanse

Door to destruction
Credit Courtesy by Michael Dulick

Christmas had us coming and going. And not just here in Honduras.

A week before Christmas, my sister Barb arrived at her St. Louis city home about 5 p.m., threw a big bag of Christmas presents and her even bigger purse on the couch, coaxed Jah the dog, blind and frail, out the door, and went for a walk. She returned to find her house lit up like a torch, in flames and smoke.

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