Monthly Archives: March 2008

About three hours ago I woke up on the floor of a humble domicile in a quaint farming pueblo in the mountains of southeast Mexico. I had been taking a siesta while my wife socialized with a friend of hers. … Continue reading →

The wind has been blowing hard now for the past two days. I’m talking whipping, gusting wind that just doesn’t let up. At night, the gusts seem particularly threatening, and I haven’t slept a wink the past two nights. Our … Continue reading →

This morning, a strange experience: cold. For the first time on the pueblo, I’m wearing socks, a sweatshirt and pajama pants. Mary Alice and I have been getting up early every morning to go for a walk. Today we made … Continue reading →

“Was Bobby using the poop-stick for the piñata?” It’s my first day back on the pueblo and I’m already responding to such improbable questions. Let me unpack that one for you. You see, “Bobby” is how we refer to the … Continue reading →