Across Da Bayou

Across Da Bayou

As part of my checkered past, I used to live in Louisiana. If you add it all up, I spent about ten years down in Cajun Country. Growing up in Texas, we used to call them crawdads, but I’d never eaten a crawfish until I went to Baton Rouge. You boil them up in...
The Birthday Present

The Birthday Present

The son of one of my caregivers had a birthday last week. Victor was turning eleven. I’d met him once when María brought him to visit. He was sweet and shy around me, an innocent ten-year old who was excited to meet a gringa. María had told me that his birthday...
Beware of Elves

Beware of Elves

I’ve been here in Chile almost three weeks now. It’s been a quiet time of visiting with friends and getting my feet on the ground. When I say quiet, I mean mostly “silent.” Compared to my old apartment, which is just a couple of blocks away,...
Dishabille

Dishabille

Last Tuesday, when I went down to my apartment lobby to check the mail, another woman was there at the same time. Sigi’s* a little German lady who’s probably lived here since the building opened back in the ’60’s. I was a little taken aback...

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