8M, the International Womens’ Day March in Santiago, Chile (a commemoration,...
“Casi me emociono” said a woman standing next to me as I used the back of my hands to dry my own eyes. She “almost” got emotional. It was her way of saying it brought tears to her eyes, as it had mine....
View ArticleDon’t forget to turn your cats off, a linguistic lesson from Chile
I thought I knew about cats. (not my cat) I thought I knew about cats. Yes, cats. After 15 years in Chile, surely I know enough not to look for their fifth foot, from the expression “no buscarle la...
View ArticleNot just curtains (leaving centro/social upheaval and more)
Curtains! Not a scintillating topic. Except why do I need curtains? And why have I spent fifteen minutes out of the last several days trying to get them back from the place I left them, and why do I...
View ArticleNew (to me) feria report, and the continued joy that living in Chile brings me)
In talking about the civil unrest, this fríend of a friend asked me what it would take for me to leave Chile. And it’s a good question. For a while I was seeing a gringo exodus, but it was mainly the...
View ArticleOn sewing, nostalgia and the challenges of the day
Way back in a recess of my mind I am sitting in the backyard on East 19th Street in Brooklyn and it is early summer. My grandmother is sitting in one of those woven beach chairs with the light...
View ArticleBreakthrough Covid Infection/Infección Irruptiva por Covid, post double...
One of the many tasty things I ate that I could not taste. I could feel the lime though. Read on to learn about chemesthesis. A buzzing, churning, roiling, banging, grinding machine has been just...
View ArticleQuantifying the unquantifiable, Getting Better after Breakthrough Covid...
A forget me not, which I noticed on a walk far from home. Or cuento corto, “I’m back.” Of all the household tasks, perhaps the most vexing is the putting on of the duvet cover. For those who don’t...
View Article6+ months post breakthrough COVID, and an idling motor
Caution! No sparrows allowed! And on Day 111, she could smell. No, really smell. Smell that the honey-scented soap that she bought in the hopes of making her nose happy, which heretofore had smelled...
View ArticleFever Dreams, Painting Badly
This is what my brain looks like on fever. Laying in bed in a feverish haze, thank you science, my overreactive immune system (and a 3rd Pfizer shot), I snuggled deeper into a pile of blankets and...
View ArticlePainting badly (sort of) on purpose
Many years ago, I was visiting my family in San Francisco, and my nephew, then small enough to fold up in my lap like a little frog, frustratedly told me he didn’t like a particular video game because...
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