Uteruses R Us

This past weekend, I went to a natural gynecology workshop. I arrived at a little past 10 on the sunny Saturday morning, to a sort of retaken community space with a big lawn and some skattered, run-down buildings. There was already a group of women sitting on a little half-sunned patio chatting and making themselves…

{1.6.15} so our children can study

Rrrruummm rrrrummmm An engine revs the only one The soft, urgent cadence of a dogs toenails comes and fades beneath my window A siren or two Powered up, only to be cut off It is not time yet A low hum in the air Shopkeepers stand in their doorways, looking this way and that Waiting…

{7.4.15} vanquished: the first [x-p-licit]

Hooola washiiita… ¿vamos? Heyyyyy [derogatory+sexualized term for a woman]…. you comin’?  Fuck off. I toss it over my shoulder as a grin breaks loose from the curl of my lips. I don’t like to swear, but I won’t complain. It’s my first time confronting a catcall on the fly. Shoulders square and I slip into a slight swagger, despite the african drum I’m…

{4.4.15} multipurpose love buckets: a how-to guide

¡Dejale regalonearte! Let her love you! says Juan, my host dad, as my host mom hovers about trying to bring me ice or kleenex or an apple, all of which I turn down, even as I sit in a crumpled heap after yet another Knee Incident. I’m more than a bit desolate, but accepting help feels, in…

{7.3.15} falling in love

When you’re walking around in the city during the almost nighttime do you ever fall in love with the people passing you by? I do, sometimes. As our lives intersect for 3 interminable seconds on the bustling sidewalk, I gaze at them, and wonder at the infinity of their being. Who could they have known? What…

{25.11.14} [Somewhat Sporadic] Daily Tidbits

{16.11.14} We just had an earthquake, which was fun. Legit, for some reason and against all common sense, I find earthquakes oddly entertaining. I feel kinda bad, though, because so many people here have phobias of earthquakes. I guess it’s the kind of feeling of novelty only possible from someone born in the middle of…

{30.10.13} In appreciation of mothers

María Alicia is in Puerto Montt this week with her daughter, keeping her daughter and granddaughter company through the last couple of weeks of her pregnancy, so her husband could go to an important work conference. This has meant that Juan and I are left to lead the semi-bachelor/bachelorette lifestyle. There have been a number…

{27.10.14} An all around good week

somewhat unseccessfully practicing surf form on dry land got up 5 times in approx 3 hours… not too bad for my first time and for $10 for the afternoon, I think there’ll be more to come I’ve been trying to live differently in Chile. At Wellesley, I live very much in the future. If I…

{26.9.14} 2 Birthdays

(note: originally started this post almost a month ago, and just now finished it) Last week, Chile (by some counts) turned 204. This week I turned 21. Much wine ensued. For Chile, there was also incredible amounts of meat and dance. For me, cake. Fiestas Patrias is Chile’s biggest holiday. It tops Christmas (which is…

{3.8.14} How I flew 10 hours to come home

Just a minute ago Maria Alicia, my host mom, looked over at me and said “it feels like you’ve always been here”. I had been thinking the same, actually since 48 hours in. I almost can’t believe that I haven’t always sat on the couch like I am now wearing my traditional chilean rainbow pants…