I’ve got that slightly detached feeling of trying to look at how I’m feeling about going on a real trip, adventure, … journey. The preparatons have been consuming and I hope they will allow us to be in the moment …

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Oat grains fall out across the counter and escape to hide in cracks I never knew existed in the grout. They are not the orderly army of fiber I thought I commanded. They turned into a guerrilla attack against my …

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Guatemalan elections: Held on Sundays and only restaraunts and emergency services are open; Families take their children out and show them the process and their excitement for it; Men get haircuts (and take their sons to get haircuts) especially for the …

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It stands proud, showing its thorns to the world, protecting its soft juices with prickly clothes. Perhaps I should wear sack cloth and ashes.

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Gift Horse to Guatemala

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Thanks to the Power-That-Is for the drop in the American Airlines ticket prices to Guatemala. Following the loss of the bodily presence of my friend, mentor, and co-founder of The Chispa Project, Dr. Manuel Balbona, I thought I would not …

 

Conversations

How is Mark? Elizabeth? Mary? Laura? Gustavo? Ben? and what is the little one, Kia? No, Kai. And your mom, Claire? You’ve lost so much weight! It looks good, but did you really mean to loose so much? Are you …

 

i don’t understand

I don’t understand any of this. Why can’t I go home? Let’s go outside! I want to feel the heat, see the sky, taste a coke. Ahhhh! That’s better! Life is still good! Thanks for all you do for me. …

 

Let’s Write a Book

You know that book we always talked about writing. I want you to write it, but don’t make me sound too good. People don’t like it when people are too good. And don’t give away any of the client’s names …

 

Moving Day

You wanted to move home, not from one set of white sheets to another. You knew what it meant when they moved your recliner to the new room. … You would never get to go home, except to God.

 

Saturday Clean-Up Day

Your electric razor buzzed over the whiskers as your left hand parted the folds of skin covering your jaw line leaving only one unruly clump of gray on your right cheek.