This morning, our newest addition to the household, a now 4-month old English Pointer named Missy, broke one of my favorite bowls. I had been so happy when it had survived the earthquake, for the garden scene and squirrels that…
Chilean Fossils, Living and Extinct
There is a tree that grows in Chile, which emits the most offensive olfactory, gut-wretchedly putrid aroma that it assaults even the hardiest of breathing pedestrians. After five years of seasonal contact, I have finally committed to the quest of…
Life Without Excess Baggage
For most of my adult life, relocating to a new part of the U.S. became a three-five year cycle. What had at first had been met with strong resistance, eventually became part of my psyche. As soon as the three-year…
Food for Thought
Yesterday, we made our regular trek to the countryside of Hualqui to replenish our supply of Chilean style tortillas. On the way there, an extended set of early Cat Stevens’ music was aired on one of the local radio stations. It…