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
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?
Travel demands a certain presence. Basic communication alone requires constant focus- especially speaking and listening, lest I get caught asking for an ensalada con polla (salad with a side of penis) instead of an ensalada sin polla (salad without penis). Needless to say, emotions are heightened and feelings are intensified. All of my senses are … More On appreciating too-brief connections
I’m sitting with my grandparents and watching their news of choice, Fox News. For many obvious reasons, I haven’t spent much time watching Fox before this, but seeing as it’s one of two English language news channels in Cuernavaca and my grandparents have the remote, I don’t have a lot of choices. It provides an … More What do I do? What do We do?
“But, what are you doing down there?” I’ve been asked a couple times. Sometimes directly, often indirectly. And by indirectly, I mean with the subtle American judgement and air of superiority reserved for someone who isn’t participating in the system. It mostly comes from me though- for the first couple weeks, I struggled with justifying … More Bienvenidos a Mi Vida
Life is too brief and too rich to tiptoe through half-heartedly, rather than galloping at it with whooping excitement and ambition. And so I explode in rage just in time. It’s time to go prowling through the wilderness. It is time to live violently again. … More With Violent Love and Joy