I entered every day to the sound of waves crashing in the distance, roosters crowing, and birds singing. Half asleep I rolled out of bed to meditate on the terrace as first light stretches its arms above the horizon, letting out one last yawn. The sun pops up like a fist through the water. Gazing … More Mazunte, Oaxaca
From Here to There
On my 30th birthday, he picked Liz and me up in his Benz and drove us all over the district to drink beers with various stakeholders. He was running for a seat in parliament, and while it never hurts to have some white folks on your team in Salone, I’m pretty sure he just wanted … More A de crai, fo mi Papa dohn komot
I have struggled a bit lately to express myself, both in spoken and written word. Maybe it’s the linguistic fatigue of adding hundreds of new words into my vocabulary. Maybe it’s the struggle to remain focussed on this moment, as I sit at the bottom of a mountain of newness and try not to look up. … More Donde Están Las Palabras?