Photo: Ibai1984 via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 We’re hiking 25km uphill in a downpour and Mom’s in a mood. Day three on the Camino. No matter what sort of scale the map shows for our route, the reality of the elements doesn’t hit us until it really hits...
My husband and I crawl along the 101 northbound on our way to see author David Sedaris read at UCLA. We treated ourselves to events like this before Mom descended into dementia. But lately, my cell phone has me jumping, and Mom’s facility doesn’t call to share good...
Photo: F Delventhal via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 2.0 overwhelmed by the sights and sounds at jorge chavez airport fast castellano coming from everyone with cumbia in the background machu picchu advertisements everywhere my mind is trying to process...
“What could go wrong?”my friend asksas we enter the ruined grounds. As if in reply,a sign on the wallwarns of falling bricks. Broken glass and syringeslive in the tall grass, and sheis in mini shorts and go-go boots. The distant front gatereflects blue and red...
Photo: Jimmy Baikovicius via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 2.0 The vortex map says that the branches of the junipers growing near the four sources have an axial twist,and my husband and I wonder why we’ve never really felt any of the ...
Photo: Diego Delso, delso.photo, via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 being a tourist in my homeland is complicated I look like I belong depending of where I am In Lima and Oxapampa I look like a local but quickly give myself away the minute I speak the minute...
