Cuba Libre

Hey, there. Thanks for following. I’m not traveling as much these days, but if you want to read more, check out my normal-life blog at World’s Okayest Mom. “How was Cuba?” they ask. “What was it like?” And I struggle because I can’t distill the trip into a brief and pithy summary suitable for cocktail…

Rule Number One

The list of items to bring Eric in the ICU included sheets, soap and toilet paper.  This freaked me out more than the phone call letting me know he was in a Colombian hospital.   In my Amero-centric view of healthcare — one that emphasizes sterility above all else and technology as cure-all —  these items…

Interviews with Nuns, and Other Harrowing Tales

Everything in Colombia is difficult.  That sounds melodramatic, and I recognize that the degree of difficulty would be much greater in, say, a remote African village, or an Asian country where I can’t sound out street signs, or anywhere in the Middle East, but there, I’d have lower expectations.  Here, everything seems straightforward and simple.…