Monthly Archives: September 2007

I’m sitting in a corner of the room, surrounded by all our belongings. Some guys are putting in the floor tile today, so my world has shrunk to a six by six foot pile of stuff while they work on … Continue reading →

Early Saturday morning, reading Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer and swatting flies. Mary Alice bought me the fly swatter in Santiago, after she met with the government officials about doing her research. I can feel the strength of will returning. … Continue reading →

It’s a quiet, comfortable evening here on the Pueblo. There’s a breeze blowing through the window – a real treat – and Mary Alice and I have settled into our pre-bedtime “routine.” I had to use quotation marks because our … Continue reading →

It’s been one week since my last communiqué. I’m in a much better spot now, literally (we’re in our new room) and emotionally. It’s not been easy. I melted down a few times. A few nights ago I felt so … Continue reading →

It’s Monday morning and we’ve been here five days. This is hard. Much harder than I expected. In fact, that’s the hardest part: expectations are rarely met. They’re even difficult to form. Let me paint you a picture: Think back … Continue reading →