s.p..a…c…..e……………… [part the first]

My birthday gathering has wound down a bit by now. The background noise from adjacent conversations is no longer shout-inducing. People have relaxed beautifully into each other despite (or perhaps because?) of the fact that they’re wearing ridiculous outfits and drinking hard apple cider on a cool Saturday September evening. I find myself standing in…

{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…

{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…